I’ve never thought of myself as an expert in anything, certainly not about herpetology. If I know more about reptiles and amphibians than anyone else in the room, it’s because herping is such an arcane (= nerdy) pastime. Put me in a room of actual professional herpetologists or old-timer herpers and I quickly sink to the bottom of the barrel. Still, that article I had published in Reptiles last year apparently earned me some cachet. Jesse Rothacker, the director of the Forgotten Friend Reptile Sanctuary (a rescue/adoption agency) and an active member of the Lancaster Herpetological Society, invited me to talk to the Society about urban herping.
I took him up on the offer. I probably don’t know more about brown snakes (Storeria dekayi) or redback salamanders (Plethodon cinereus), than a lot of people in the Society, but how often to I get to talk to a room of people just as interested in herps as I am? So on Friday Scott, Jen, and I drove off to
The talk went well. No one fell asleep and several people were polite enough to laugh at my jokes. In retrospect it turns out I might be an expert on herping West Philadelphia, if not herping
A few weeks ago I finished reading Swampwalker’s Journal: A Wetlands Year by David M. Carroll. Phillyherping readers probably remember that I’m a HUGE fan of Carroll, a turtle man who has developed a deep knowledge of the
On another note, the trip reinforced our desire to see an active