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“Despite being the most trafficked animal in the world, there is surprisingly little known about pangolins.”
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t is ten o’clock on a Friday night and we are sitting in the pitch dark on the wet soil of Bushmanland. The bush is alive with the sound of insects, frogs and even flamingos chattering in the distance from pans, full of water from the recent rains. Overhead, the clouds promise to pour down in another fierce and impressive shower as they have done for the last two days. About five metres away from us a pangolin is cosily holed