Dear Folks, You know me, I'm still trying to transcribe the tape recordings I made on the Marowijne River in Suriname back in 1972. This is one of the "little" adventures I had back then. One evening Jytte and I walked a short distance away from where we were camped and Jytte lit a small campfire near a stream. While I was waiting for the fire to take hold, I wandered over to the stream and looked around. There on the ground was the prettiest multi-colored little frog you ever saw. As I was bending down to pet the sweet little thing, Jytte saw me and shouted out, "Don't touch it!" I practically ran back to the fire wondering what was wrong. Jytte explained that it was undoubtedly poisonous and if I touched it even with my fingers, the poison from the pores on its back was powerful enough to enter my blood stream though my skin and kill me! Whoa! I'll never be taken in by a pretty little colored frog again! vee