This beautiful little creature became Tonto’s savior when I found myself in quite a dilemma. The circumstances were not bright, when my party started disappearing one by one, deep in the Peruvian Amazon. All alone, I used the knowledge imparted to me by my good Yagua friend (whose name is so hard to pronounce, I just call him “little Bubba”), to rustle up a batch of poison darts with several of these buggers boiled down to nice reduction. The munuñúmiy (savage enemy) were easy pickings, since Little Bubba and I used to shoot cigarettes out of each others mouths from a distance of a hundred feet or so, as practice, back in the good old days.
