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 I live in Singapore.
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.
So, whoever you choose to blame, the end-product is an amateur wildlife photographer, birder, conservationist, and most importantly, explorer.
You can find me somewhere up a tree the majority of the time. Otherwise, take a peek at my other blog, Saving MacRitchie, or simply look for someone gesticulating wildly about birds to another person looking for the quickest escape route.
In the end, the only thing left to blame is me.