Pain suddenly shot through my arm, awakening me in the middle of the night. That was soon followed by no feeling at all. Poison had rendered it completely useless.
Hanging between two trees deep inside the Darien jungle, I was now unable to move my arm.
Surprise. Disorientation. Shock.
Struggling in the dark (with only one arm) to break free of my camping-hammock cocoon, I was finally able to step down into an ankle-deep mud and search for help in the pouring rain.