The jungle, thick with heat and moisture, bordered by the tilled efforts of typically frail humans, had a killer stalking prey. The killer avoided humans. Mistaken judgment of one such creature led to the execution of its mate. So the killer tiptoed far enough past the garlic beds to be hidden in the brush, but close enough to smell the pungent odor that advertised the potential of its death.

In a fraction of a moment, the killer and its young would feast on the hot moist innards of a tree dweller. With bellies full, the family would retire to their den for the night. Tomorrow would bring another day for its young to learn the balance between killing and being killed.