It was a dark, windy night. The kind where the leaves rustle into mini cyclones before scattering away. I was quietly writing when I heard a tap at the window. I looked up, saw nothing, and went back to my manuscript.
The sounds got louder from the window so I crept closer but couldn’t see past the darkness. I reached for the camera, snapped a picture, and this is the image I saw for a split second while the flash went off.
What followed was a long and animated bout of screaming that all but proved I have not acclimated to living in the rainforest.