My unusual interest in my favorite animals, reptiles.

Iguana Island by Jakob Owens
Photo credit to Jakob Owens

A trait that I was never able to completely get rid of typical of being a little kid was wanting to become an animal… Or maybe that was just me. Well in my case I wanted to become a reptile, most particularly a lizard—was never quite as into snakes since I viewed them as just being “lesser” with having no legs, but I do have to give them some credit for their constricting abilities, something not seen in really any other reptiles or even any other animals as far as I know. And gee, maybe I should know that with the literally hundreds of nature documentaries I’ve watched.

It gets to the point where you have seen pretty much every last spectacle the animal kingdom has to show. I guess we humans are spoiled quite a bit, getting to comfortably watch through our TV screens animals being brutally killed by others, surviving life in the harsh deserts and tundras, 100 male snakes competing to mate with the one female, and yet us men still have the audacity to complain about how much competition there is to buy that one woman a drink at the bar.

You would think that the reptile sections of these programs were my favorite parts—but not really. I pretty much just like the look of reptiles and that’s it. Its something about their sly appearances—slender bipedal bodies, scaly skin, and being modern-day relics of dinosaurs that fits my niche—and their eyes are pretty cool looking too if I may just throw that in there—them often being a sharp orange, red, or yellow color with a striking pupil in the middle.

Now if you were to ask me scientific details about them—well that’s were you will discover that I actually don’t have much knowledge beyond knowing that they’re cold-blooded and are not actually related to dinosaurs. And so ultimately I am far from being one of those bad ass wildlife experts with a few screws loose, whom go around holding crocodiles jaws shut with their bare hands. It actually doesn’t require much strength to do that by the way, as their jaws are opened by a weak set of muscles, but opening up their jaw to pull your hand out would be a different story. And after reading this random mesh of intelligent facts and weird viewpoints, although mostly the ladder, I do hope you still believe that I have a genuine interest in reptiles, even if it just appears that I am trying to sound educated about them.