Well, it got me. The thick skin on the bottom of my foot may have provided some protection – it felt more like stepping on a big nail than a bullet – but I staggered over to a chair, passed out, and then, apparently, keeled face first onto the floor with a loud thud. I woke up completely disoriented, with a throbbing foot, my nose smashed into the concrete, and with Ed shouting for our night watchman. Interesting. Luckily, the pain went away completely within a couple hours, and Ed and I set up our mist nets as usual. Unluckily, it rained (also as usual), and we got soaked, spent five hours sitting in a small shelter waiting for the rain to stop, then gave up, packed up our nets in a downpour, and went home to dry out.