The forests of Panama come alive after sunset. Somewhere above the ground, a tiny bat hangs upside down, silent and alert.
In that quiet, the bat waits for a sound – a frog’s croak, a faint rustle, a signal of movement. One quick motion…

The forests of Panama come alive after sunset. Somewhere above the ground, a tiny bat hangs upside down, silent and alert.
In that quiet, the bat waits for a sound – a frog’s croak, a faint rustle, a signal of movement. One quick motion…