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[Drunk Monk]

We had to crawl under a log that had fallen across the trail when hiking from a camp during a whitewater trip down the river Pacuare in Costa Rica. The log had a trail of bullet ants marching across it. The guide, who was this loincloth barefoot native boy that was a genuine Tarzan or Mowgli pointed to them and said "careful. bad bite. you lose arm." Bullet ants are freaking huge, like the size of your thumb (when they say bullets, they mean like rifle bullets).

A little way further up the trail we came face to face with a fer de lance. We forgot all about the bullet ants.