Or at least Moffett and I were standing: His botfly, a white maggot that had been implanted through a mosquito bite and had grown to three quarters of an inch in length, was apparently dead. It was late October, and we were standing outside a research station at the foot of the Sierra Nombre de Dios, in northern Honduras. “Have you met my botfly?” he asked, grinning. When I shook Mark Moffett’s right hand, I glanced at his left and noticed it was swollen with a distinct red mound the size of a grape.
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