I did a swap with Mark today. Was a good guy, is a good guy, always will be a good guy. I mean, he'd give you the shirt off his back if he thought it would help you. I'd brought him some hopper mice, and was complaining about how I wish I could get food locally and hate having to have it shipped in. He mentioned he had a bag in his car he'd just picked up and ended up selling it to me for his cost. Way below what I currently pay per pound for the shipped stuff. How's that for a nice guy?
I love this big pile of ASFs, and I adore the geckos. I couldn't resist letting them leap all over Shawn before putting them into their cage to adjust. I'd hold them a couple feet away from him, and giggle maniacally as they leaped onto his face and head.
Mark, you're one of the greats. Even if yer memory does get a little fuzzy now and then.