It is 7: 00 p.m., and Pan, who has just hurried northward from Taichung, is driving his trusty old jeep on mountain roads skirting the Feitsui reservoir, on his way toward Pinglin. Despite the racket made by the car's engine, his acute ears pick up the relentless clamor of a microhylid. The croaking of this mini-frog (a mere two centimeters) is reminiscent of an insect-ji-ji-ji ... ji-ji-ji ....
晚上七點，從台中趕來的潘智敏，開著長年陪他奔赴各地的吉普車，沿著翡翠水庫往坪林的山路上行駛，夾雜著車聲，他敏銳的耳朵聽到山邊小雨蛙不停鼓譟，這種身長只有兩公分的迷你蛙，「唧唧唧﹘唧唧唧﹘」像蟲鳴一聲接著一聲，異常吵雜。