Seib, A. 1984 Comitan to Tapachula, Chiapas, Mexico 22 Oct. Arriving 22:00. Chatred into the Hamico where I was instantly recognized and welcomed. They told me that the old "Jefe" died shortly after I left in August 1982. He smoked too much.... Had our welcome drinks, ate dinner and went to bed. I never drifted off to sleep because I jammed soil deep below a fingernail in the cloud forest. Tapachula, Chiapas, Mexico 23 Oct. Got up early because I still couldn't fall asleep. Blood issues slowly, in droplets, from underneath the fingernail that I injured yesterday. Ate breakfast, wrote field notes, catalogued, checked the animals, preserved, got ice and took the laundry into town. Laid by the pool and prepared to go out to The Azcas. Left Tapachula at 13:00 and drove at to Cardohatan where we bought 9 soft drinks to go and managed to drink a few there. Drove to San Jeronimo and had no trouble getting Wilber, and an old man who used to be a go-getter and a few others to go collecting right away. It rained on us lightly and we drove up to Monte Perla. I was completely