Meanwhile, in Zimbabwe, Africa, the tropical air hung heavy and sweltering.
Evelyn had just finished her lunch, and already she was heading out to rescue a baby antelope that had gotten dehydrated from the brutal drought.
She pulled on her sun-protective clothing, geared up head to toe, and started walking back toward the volunteer camp.
A faint stench of rot snaked its way into her nostrils.
She tracked the smell with her eyes, and spotted Marcus, another volunteer who'd been showing her the ropes since she got here, huffing and straining to dig a botfly larva out of a younger volunteer's arm.
When she saw him sweating buckets, still no closer to getting the parasite out, Evelyn stepped forward on her own.
"Marcus, let me help."
Marcus looked up at her like she'd just walked in and
