Janelle stepped out of the tent, into the bright afternoon sunshine. She raised her hand, covering her eyes and looking out over the beautiful landscape, enjoying the calls of birds and various animals. It really was beautiful out here in Brazil, she was delighted that she had been chosen to come on this trip.<br/><br/>She quickly gathered her things, eager to be away from the camp, in the jungle. She loved it, the heat, the moisture, the noises. But most of all, she loved the plants. She was crazy about plants, so much so that her mother had laid down the law at home, no more plants. They covered nearly every inch of her room back home and her dorm room. She just couldn't get enough of them. She was always talking to them, or singing to them or stroking their petals. They were so soft, so green...so alive. She sometimes thought she liked plants better than people...they understood better.<br/><br/>Jerked out of her thoughts as her professor yelled for them, she started after him down the trail.