Kasi has been working with reptiles for approximately 20 years now, starting at six years of age when she convinced her younger brother that they should pool their allowances to save up the $5 to purchase an Anole (her parents stepped in and bought her a Leopard Gecko instead). By age nine she was performing educational shows for her elementary school, working at the local reptile store, and her herp collection had grown to include several species of gecko, frogs, a Corn Snake (her mom was still terrified), and her pride and joy- a Savannah Monitor named Gryphon. At 11 she was breeding her Leos and received recognition for her science fair project investigating their learning and memory capacities. This pace kept up until leaving for college; by her third year she had set up an arrangement to travel home weekly in order to rebuild and care for her collection. She continues to perform educational visits and various breeding projects, and has most recently taken on the care and conservation of Paroedura Lohatsara, aka "Party Geckos".
A few months ago, I found myself staring at a room full of reptiles to feed, cages to clean, and had to face the realization that I no longer had any interest in the bins full of scaly babies. Prep the meals, pull the tubs, open the tubs, pull paper, catch an escapee, replace in tub with a ‘stay’ warning, mist, place fresh food, close tubs, stack, reset. Where was I going with any of this?