Utta
HELL is my home
Ill stop pickin on ya now Laura, and get this thread back on track!
It all started with my dad. He had burms before I was born but got rid of them. When I was 5 or so he caught a gopher snake. Man, that snake was just mean to me lol, and it honesly put me off for a while. Then about 4 years later we went to utah and he caught a garter that was just awesome, and we kept it for a while until it died. Devastated me. Fast foreword until 2 years ago when my dad caught a baby cali king up at my grandparents. He got the bug under my skin and its history after that. (That's right, I'm a frickin 2 year herper! Shocker! :O)
It all started with my dad. He had burms before I was born but got rid of them. When I was 5 or so he caught a gopher snake. Man, that snake was just mean to me lol, and it honesly put me off for a while. Then about 4 years later we went to utah and he caught a garter that was just awesome, and we kept it for a while until it died. Devastated me. Fast foreword until 2 years ago when my dad caught a baby cali king up at my grandparents. He got the bug under my skin and its history after that. (That's right, I'm a frickin 2 year herper! Shocker! :O)