We want to use wire snares across came trails to collect hair. However, the Bosque Nublada (cloud forest) is the high-biodiversity equivalent of a New York cabbie's chest hair- thick and wet. The trails aren't visible from the main path...
I've learned that cut bamboo is as sharp as a razor... however my non-machete hand was generously lacerated before I ingested this little knowledge nugget.
It's bloody fun though. I'm not sure what the gene is that gets us drunk on destruction, but it seems to be more prevalent in boys. Give your average seven year old a leaf, and he'll systematically shred it. It reminds me of the winters I worked as a guide in Northern Minnesota. We had to put up our own wood via chainsaw. I got so chainsaw happy that I started to see stacked timber in every mature pine tree.
It's a good reminder that things aren't always justifiable just because they make you cackle like a hen.
She's thinking of starting a 'street dogs of Ecuador' blog... and I must say that I'm keenly anticipating it.