I was driving up to my field station (trying to keep a low profile to avoid the poochandi who haunted the hairpin bends). As I turned on one of the hairpin bends and started accelerating, I saw some kind of a gigantic black thing on the road ahead of me. I slammed on the brakes, and in the headlights through the mist I saw a huge king cobra – eating a monitor lizard.


Masala dosas, microorganisms and field work

I swear they are all related. The first masala dosa I ever ate at a commercial establishment in Edmonton looked like it had been trampled by an elephant, smelt like tandoori chicken and had an astonishing resemblance to the taste of the cardboard boxes that camera traps come in. It left me so traumatized that…