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Introduction<br />
by Rob Dunn<br />
Nearly a decade ago, I found myself traveling to New York City to study<br />
wildlife. It started innocuously enough. I was living in Tennessee and had just<br />
returned from a hiking trip in one of the oldest forests in Great Smoky<br />
Mountains National Park when the phone rang. It was an invitation to help<br />
lead an expedition into the dirty bowels of New York City.<br />
I rarely turn down an opportunity for an expedition, and yet New York<br />
inspired more anxiety in me than pleasure. I grew up as a country kid, most<br />
comfortable in and among trees. Sure, Manhattan has trees, but it also has a<br />
way of making them seem dwarfed beneath the shade of buildings, as<br />
though each and every one were part of some oversized diorama.<br />
The call was from an old friend, James Danoff-Burg, then at Columbia<br />
University, and so I listened. James wanted me to help make “big biological<br />
discoveries” in New York City’s wildest parks. I said I would come but I<br />
didn’t think we would find much. I was wrong.<br />
James and I went on our first odyssey together in the desert Southwest of<br />
the United States when he was a graduate student at the University of<br />
Kansas and I was still a 19-year-old undergraduate student at Kalamazoo<br />
College. I helped him search for reclusive monsters called sceptobiines—<br />
strange beetles that live hidden in the tunnels of ants, much the way rats live<br />
in the subway tunnels of New York. During that work, we were nearly shot by<br />
a farmer, stuck on a talus slope with no way down, and trapped inside a tent<br />
as a skunk walked over our feet (2 out of 3 of those were my fault, but I<br />
digress). James promised this New York expedition would be more<br />
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