Jim’s palms began to moisten as his heart pounded in his chest. As his brain prepared to fight or run, he felt the rush of adrenaline. From the bushes, he sensed that something was studying him. He screamed and waved his arms over his head to make himself appear more prominent. There was a stir close by, and then something appeared. He made momentary eye contact with it before it scurried away. Something about this interaction just didn’t feel right.