Well, to start off.... I was a baby and still living in Guam, and in our house we had house geckos and skinks come in all the time, and they were always fun to mess with. Well supposedly from my parents, when I was a baby I found a dead, dried up gecko....picked it up... and I really don't want to say the last part, but it involves ingesting something.... But I've always been fascinated by reptiles.

Then I finally moved to Houston when I was 12(4 years ago), and told my mom I want a dog, but that didn't happen, so I looked for many alternatives. Relentlessly searching, I finally found what I wanted: ball python. My mom and dad said yes, but literally the night before I was going to get one, my mom's co-workers say,"OMG, your son wants a snake? Let me tell you all the bad stories of them!"Oh my goodness.... that stopped me from getting a snake for half a year until my mom finally gave in, BUT THEN my dad said no for some weird reason, so that was another half of a year. Finally, we had a family day out and we were near our local reptile store and I convinced them to take us there. We arrive and we see a cage filled with ball pythons. Well, you know how that happens

But now, I'm still in love with snakes, but I'm slowly phasing out of it and getting into cresteds, gargoyles, and leachianus. Maybe it was the gecko incident of long ago that made it my destiny to have geckos