An iguana suddenly looks self-consciously at the camera, like, "What? You've never seen somebody's tail spontaneously detach before?"

Over at Tambaqui, it's another tree-chopping morning, and Alex is out there with his machete getting some work done. Bang! Bang! Bang! He leans in to inspect his work. He waves the red cape in front of the Charging Bull of Karma by talking in an interview about how well things are going for Tambaqui, and how they pretty much "tromp around like it's [their] back yard." Nothing can go wrong now! Butch chops at some stuff on the ground, and Alex continues to slam away at the big tree he's been working on. He tells Butch he's "almost through" it, which is clearly not the case. You can see how a mishap befalls Alex here -- he's in a hurry, and he's impatient about cutting through the tree, which is really pretty sizeable. So when he's not really through it yet, he stands over it, still holding his machete, and tries to just put all his weight on it and get it to break. It doesn't want to break, so he exerts more and more pressure on it, and eventually he slips and his machete hand snaps up and whaps him in the forehead. He clutches his forehead in pain, and then starts back toward camp. Butch takes a look at the wound, and they go back to the shelter, passing by Rob on the way. Rob brings over a cold Coke from the fridge, which Alex holds against the cut to try to keep it from swelling up. This is just like that scene in that movie with Jennifer Aniston where Kevin Bacon gave her a black eye, only in that movie, I think it was frozen peas. I guess there are no frozen peas in the Amazon, although you never know what the next reward challenge might bring. Dave and Matthew are now standing around supervising, too, and Matthew mentions that he thinks it's important to get iodine on the cut. He voices over that he's surprised they haven't had more injuries than they have to this point, what with all the enthusiastic machete-wielding that's been going on with all these guys who are normally teachers and financial analysts and such, and probably didn't study weaponry at Vassar or the Sorbonne or what-have-you. Amen to that. Roger stands over Alex and bandages the cut, and Matthew comments that the bandage is not only functional, but "looks cool." Heh. "Chicks dig scars," Alex Keanus with a smile as he recuperates in the shelter. Um...that's a little bit true, actually. At least for me. I'm sorry.