Hiding in the deep and dark jungles of Isla Nublar is a little spitty Dilophosaurus, ready to take that butter fingered computer programmer down, glasses and all. She waits in the shadows until she hears the roaring engine of a 1992 Jeep Wrangler Sahara edition as it comes barreling down the muddy road. Everything is in place, she‘s had weeks to setup this plan, to plant the log, to loosen the arrow on the sign, and now she gets to enact it for the final time. Out steps the yellow, rotund man. He‘s a little more shaken than usual; there‘s less confidence in his step. He stumbles in the mud, searching for something hastily as the rain pours down. The trap is set. Nedry, his innards, his dignity and soul, will soon lie with the Dilophosaurs on Isla Nublar. And hopefully, 29 years later, the Dilophosaurus will rise again.