If you want a scapegoat, blame seventh grade science.
It was the rainforest unit, really. Of course, you could blame the NSS butterfly guide as well. It’s equally responsible.
Or Project Noah.
Or the camera I got for my tenth birthday.
Or the fact that the condominium I live in is stuffed to bursting with nature.
And you could go on and on like that. The world is filled with goats, scape and sheep alike.
I would blame wonder, though. I would blame discovery. I would blame a teenager finding a world full of grey had some green hiding in it, and that in that green was hiding red and yellow and blue and all the colors of nature.
I would blame realising the importance of biodiversity. Of what we have to protect. To document.
And, ultimately, save from our own foolishness.
So, whoever you choose to blame, the end-product is an amateur wildlife photographer, birder, butterflyer (what else should I call it? butterfly-watcher doesn’t roll off the tongue), conservationist, and most importantly, explorer. Basically, me.
You can find me somewhere up a tree the majority of the time. Otherwise, searching my Project Noah account or for someone gesticulating wildly about white-bellied sea eagles to another person looking around wildly for the quickest escape routes could produce similar results.
In the end, the only thing left to blame is me.
somewhere up a tree 