In addition to what we and our crew found, local villagers (usually children) would bring animals for us to photograph. Once word got out there were gringos who would swap tee-shirts and baseball caps for herps, we had a small stream of friendly folks who stopped by to show us what they’d caught.One villager even flagged us down from shore while we were cruising the river at night. He’d caught something in his fishing net, and was holding it up for us to see. We gratefully accepted his offer, and the next morning we photographed the last herp of our trip.It was an exhausting, exhilarating week. I loved being sequestered so deep in the wilderness, exploring the river and rainforest at any time, everywhere surrounded by new discoveries. It was a herper’s dream ― occasionally awakened by screaming rats ― but I miss even those.