With its elongated nose, 60cm-long tongue and wiry, feather-duster tail, it’s hard to see a giant anteater as anything more than the fever dream of a desperate cartoonist. My guide Dai Scapini has bundled me out of our van in southwest Brazil, and we’re watching as it swaggers across the dirt road, its white and black-banded body sashaying a bushy tail with each step.
We can get so close because this creature’s hearing and sight are sufficiently poor that it could do with a cane to get around. But its comedic nose makes up for these shortcomings; soon it smells us and flees into the bushes, leaving just one beady eye peering vexatiously through the undergrowth.
