It was a warm and humid evening with fireflies and frogs. A cottonmouth was curled up next to the pond where we set-up the gear. This was only a few days after hurricane Ike devastated Galveston, and we had to navigate around downed trees to make our way into the Stephen F Austin Experimental forest.
I can only wonder how such a small creature could survive a monster storm, tucked into some small crevice, or under the bark of a swaying tree.
Bats are quick and lovely, and I never fail to be amazed by them.