@junglekeeper: You see those jaguar tracks at the end? “At one spot in the stream there were so many butterflies that we could hear their wings. They made a startling din. We both stood in awe. There were yellows and whites and greens and purples—­ metalmarks, morphos, numberwings, and asteropes. Thousands of them all puddling on the ground, their proboscises lapping against the clay. I stepped forward slowly, eager to take a photo, but at that moment several thousand wings took to the air. Suddenly we were engulfed in a swirling vortex of kaleidoscopic lepidopteran color—­ the sunlight filtered through wings casting rainbow hues all over us. We raised our arms and exchanged a look of mad wonder.” Junglekeeper: The Rivers in Our Veins (Chapter 1)