Set the scene: There's a show on the Discovery Channel where a team, based out of L.A., fly out to these spots where mysterious things happen. UFO's, Bigfoot, Loch Ness, etc. They spend a lot of time "investigating" the area to see if they can prove or disprove the mysteries.
Typically, they wind up in some area, half way around the globe, where the locals give reports of an animal, dangerous, carnivorous and pretty ticked off at the entire planet.
OK, so, there's a group of urbanites, who's idea of wildlife is Aunt Gertrude's Chihuahua that lives in her pocket. They're in the deep, thick, stifling rain forest. With no weapons. They're looking for an unrecorded animal that, according to locals, could easily rip out your throat, remove your limbs and use your skull cap as a cereal bowl in the morning.
At what point should someone tell them that they've stopped being researchers and started being a walking smorgasbord.