Karen Coquí. Of Bisley. Two months old. Consumed and died when a broad-winged hawk swooped down on the family nest. 

Carmencita Coquí. Of El Verde. One week old. Died in the jaws of a sparassid spider.

Kitty Coquí. Of the Sonadora Valley. Seven months old. Died in the clutches of an Alsophis snake. 

Cocoa Coquí. Of East Peak. One year old. Died when a tarantula spotted him as he was climbing a tree trunk near his home. 

Cordova Coquí. Of Mount Britton. Ten months old. Died when he climbed too high in the forest canopy and was scooped up by a swooping red-legged thrush.

Kelly Coquí. Of the Espíritu Santo Valley. One year, six months old. Died in the beak of a nesting bird of unknown species. 

Consuela Coquí. Of the Mameyes Valley. Three years old. Died when she couldn't jump fast enough after being spied by a Puerto Rican screech owl. 

Kenny Coquí. Of Baño de Oro. Eleven months old. Died when he fell from a branch while being pursued by a tarantula. 

Constancia Coquí. Of Bisley. Three weeks old. Died from the bite of a sparassid spider. 

Conrad Coquí. Of El Verde. Eleven months old. Died when approached by a bird of unknown origin while chanting in the dark of night.

Cathy Coquí. Of the Mameyes Valley. Four years old. Died in her sleep of natural causes. One of the oldest frogs in the valley, she will be fondly remembered by literally thousands of children and grandchildren.

Editor's Note: The coquís' fatality rate remains shocking: Approximately 81 percent of our young do not survive their first year of life, victims of such predators as whip scorpions, tarantulas, and (shame of all shames) adult coquís. Of those who reach adulthood (one year old), a tragic 94 percent do not survive another year. Because of this horrifying death rate, young frogs outnumber adults by an average of slightly more than five to one. Birds are still our greatest enemies, our most common predators. Be particularly wary of broad-winged hawks, Puerto Rican screech owls, lizard cuckoos, and the red-legged thrush. Remember, you are especially vulnerable when you are climbing trunks and the like. And males, although you chant to attract a possible bride and to keep rival males away, don't forget that you are also broadcasting your location to the enemy. (I suppose this will get us another editorial from Carlitos Coquí.) For my part I expect to die a rare natural death, enjoying my luscious ground matter and protected by the printing presses of The Coquí Chronicle.