I always loved Uncle Johnny.  I was closer to him than I was to my dad.  Johnny assured me that his plan was the reason there no longer remained any documented encounters with the Bush Baby.  His method of attack had sent their numbers scuttling back, deep into the Amazon, away from civilization.  I told Uncle Johnny he needed to do the same with the Brown Recluse, and he always told me it was next on his list.  This always made me smile.

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