Poison Jewels

Bouncing emeralds glimmer amongst the shadows of fallen foliage.  The sun is filtered through the leaves above, but enough light floats through the jungle to gleam off of their poisonous clear-coat.

I’m told not to touch. I’m told their poison can kill, but I know better. With no cuts on my hand, I lift the colorful froglet off the ground on a stiff brown leaf. The guide I’m with is surprised to see the animal hold still. Its delicate throat throbs rapidly as it breathes the humid rainforest mist. I also breathe rapidly, excited to meet my poison jewel.


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