I've loved herps for literally as long as I can remember- my first memory is of an American toad hopping on to my blanket when I was two. I caught my first snake, a rough green snake, when I was four. I spent all of my childhood rescuing and probably terrorizing the local wildlife- if anything needed rehabilitating, I gave it a place to stay.
About a year ago, I decided that after a life of admiring them, I wanted a pet herp. I spent six months researching ball pythons, RTBs, corn snakes, and beardies, and decided on a BP. I picked up Will this July, and fell head over heels in love with him.