A Call in the Jungle

Her feet swished through the soft jungle grasses, matted above the ever-muddy soil. One slip, and she could find herself at the bottom of the river or, worse, sliding into the caiman's lair. She missed her home, where she had grown up, far away from this jungle, buzzing with insects that burrowed into her hair and swarmed around her eyes. Even so, it had been bearable up until that morning. Because up until that morning, she had still had him.

Stalked at Night

There's something about living in the amazon jungle that makes me want to read Tarzan. Ok, so I live in a small town in a concrete house with internet access at home, but it's still the jungle.

And now there came the sound of a heavy body brushing against the side of the cabin. She could hear the great padded paws upon the ground outside... Then she distinctly heard the beast outside sniffing the door, not two feet from where she crouched...A gentle scratching sound was heard on the door.

excerpt from Tarzan of the Apes, chapter 14

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

public domain

And when I go to bed with Burroughs' words echoing in my head, being awakened to the sound of something quietly sneaking across the thin tin roof above my head is a little startling. My heart beats quickly as I strain my ears. Those footsteps are far too heavy to be a house cat aren't they?