Arena

"All right," You say, "I think we can find something around here to eat."

You explain to her that you lived in the Amazon for close to seven years. She seems pleased to learn this. You omit the information pertaining to just what you were doing in the jungle for seven years, however.

After a little searching you find a suitable patch of edible mosses and leafy plants. As you reach down to pick one of the plants your hand brushes something cold and solid.

You jerk your hand back instinctively, this type of thing is not supposed to be in the jungle.