If you've ever visited the butterfly garden's at the Bronx Zoo you undoubtedly discovered two things fairly straight off. One, how wondrously colorful the inhabitants here are, whether butterfly or bird. Everywhere you looked you saw something draped in a rainbow of color. Secondly, you were absolutely bewildered by the oppressively humid temperature needed to protect the health of the animals here. Whichever of these two epiphanies tipped the scale of balance with you, determined just how long your stay in this polychromatic hothouse lasted.
Despite wearing just a tank top and thin cotton pants I was perspiring profusely and I had only been in here for 10 minutes. So I had to stop hunting for photo opps and pull out my compact yet sizable microfiber towel (packed in my camera bag specifically for this exhibit), and dry off. By the 20 minute mark, I was sweating like a sumo wrestler inside a Turkish bath, and spent more time drying the sweat off myself and my camera than I did taking pictures. At this point the windows of opportunity where my equipment and I weren't drenched from my perspiration had shrunk to under two minutes in length. Fortunately this cute encounter took place during one of them.
