Last week I came back from an 8 day trip to the intensive care unit, only to find 80% of my animals dead from frost and/or starvation, the above post is about the only good news I have.

Working with reptiles is a personal investment of time and emotion, the rest is insignificant.
When learning stops, when theirs no more joy and amazement I will stop and turn to an other type of exodus. Perhaps gardening or photography?

Kind regards