I Speak for the Sharks! A Discussion On "Scary Species" Part 1

 

In the short time that I've been in this field, I have to admit that I've been pretty lucky to work with some really cool (and various) species.  Birds, reptiles, amphibians, fish, invertebrates, mammals...I love them all!  With that being said, I've also had to learn that not everyone views these fine critters in the same way that I do.  Before you read any further, I realize that not everyone agrees on certain things, but there is a fine line between opinion and ignorance.  There have been several times where I had to hold my tongue at work because of all the close-minded and terrible comments that have been made pertaining to the animal I'm teaching about.  Of course, most of it is simply a misunderstanding and that's what my job is for, but people can be straight up rude when voicing their opinions.  What comments am I referring to?  Oh you know, the stereotypical "The only good snake is a dead snake!" and "What's the best way to kill an alligator?" are some that I hear.  The MOST popular comments, however, are the ones in reference to sharks and how they are "terrible man-eaters" and "serve no purpose on the Earth".  Yep.  They totally said that. 

 

 

People can be straight up rude sometimes.

                                       
For today's topic, I would like to not only clear up some common misconceptions about "scary species", but share how they do indeed serve a purpose in the thing we call the Circle of Life.

Ever since I put on my environmental educator cap I've had to clarify the whole "sharks like eating people" rumor to loads of visitors.  If you've ever worked at a facility such as a natural science center/zoo/aquarium, then you most likely feel the same pain, even if it's not towards sharks.  Don't get me wrong! One of the best parts of my job is being able to reach out to guests and educate them on wildlife conservation and clarify any misconstrued information.  In a perfect world, I would present a topic on "scary species" such as a snake, alligator, or shark, and I would get a response such as "Oh my gosh!  I never knew!  That's interesting.  Have a great day!"...but let's be honest here.  This doesn't always happen.  People nowadays normally draw their information from social media, fictional television, etc. and come into the facility already close-minded.  Most people don't take the time to look at the FACTS, or they can't distinguish between what's real and what's not because they jump to conclusions.  I mean, if they said it on Shark Week then it MUST BE TRUE, right??

WRONG.  To save some time and energy, I'll focus on the most popular "scary species":  sharks.  To start, here are some really interesting facts about them that you may or may not already know:

 

Cut them some slack guys.  I mean, he never even KNEW HIS FATHER!

1)  They are fish.  They have all of the characteristics!  They have gills and fins.  However, instead of having  the "fish scales" that we would typically think of, they have these tiny teeth on their skin called dermal denticles.  In fact, if you rub against these denticles they can be quite sharp!

2) A toaster is more likely to kill you than a shark.  True story (look it up).  In fact, only 10% of the VERY FEW amount of shark attacks are actually fatal.

3) Ever wonder why a hammerhead has such a weird shaped...well...head?  It's because the head, or the cephalofoil, is used to better sense and trap their favorite food (which are rays, not people...duh).  They have these jelly-filled sacs (ampullae of Lorenzini) used to pick up electrical impulses from other organisms.  Cool, eh?

 

4) Sharks go through THOUSANDS of teeth within a lifetime! 

 

5) The biggest shark, the whale shark, weighs in at over 27 metric tons and can be as long as 41 feet!  The best part?  They eat the wimpiest food. Plankton.

                                        

CURSE YOU WHALE SHARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Common Misconceptions About Sharks:

 

1) They eat people

 

 If I had a dollar for every time I heard this, you could call me jungle...cuz I'd be makin' it rain. (I just came up with that...you dig?)

                                   

 

Welp, here we go.  Sharks do not "eat" people.  When the VERY RARE shark "attack" DOES occur, it is very rarely fatal.  Sharks have sharp teeth.  They are a top predator.  They can potentially cause a lot of damage.  That is what they are designed to do.  They are not "out to get us".  We are not on their menu.  So why do they bite? 

 

Sharks have 6 senses.  The first sense they rely on is sound.  They can feel vibrations in the water and if screaming children are splashing/flailing around, it could potentially sound like an animal in distress.  At this point, a shark may come closer to check out the scene. 

 

The next sense is smell.  As a lot of people know, a shark can follow trails of blood for hundreds of yards.  Lets say someone at the beach has a wound and is potentially bleeding while they are splashing around in the water having a good time.  Probably not the smartest decision.

 

The next sense they rely on after smell is touch.  Sharks have a lateral line that picks up vibrations, but it is kind of like touching things from a distance so a shark would need to be relatively close for this to be the most effective.

 

What's the next sense you say?  EYESIGHT.  Which is one of the most important things I would like to talk about.  Sharks have excellent night vision, but during the day they can see up to about 50 feet away.  They can get confused.  Especially if you're a surfer and appear to be a seal lion/sea turtle from below.

 

After the sense of eyesight comes the coolest sense, in my opinion.  Sharks use the jelly-filled sacs on their head (ampullae of Lorenzini) to pick up on electrical impulses in the water.  This is how they can pick up on prey that may be camouflaged, such as a stingray hiding under the sand. 

 

The last sense is, of course, taste.  Up to this point, if a shark is still even interested in you, they may do the "taste test".  Remember, we are not on a sharks menu.  Bites are caused from confusion/protection.  Besides, I'm sure that we taste terrible compared to what they normally go for.  The problem here is that if a shark were to the point of a "test bite" and they do bite a human, it causes a huge uproar with the media and all of a sudden the "shark was out to eat someone".  Let me ask you guys something...does a shark stick around to actually gobble up and eat a person, or do they "test bite" and leave?  Hmmmm.  Just something to think about.

 

Personally, I think of sharks as the dogs of the ocean.  Okay, maybe they're not that cuddly.



 

2) They are all aggressive

 

There are actually only a few shark species that are known to be "aggressive".  Some of these guys include the bull shark, the white shark, the tiger shark, and the great hammerhead.  These species get an especially bad rep simply because 1) They are big.  If someone is unlucky enough to get bitten, it's obviously going to be more dangerous based on their size alone, and 2) They are placed in more situations where more attacks can occur.  For example, bull sharks venture in both fresh and salt water.  This automatically puts them at the top of the list for the most "attacks" because they have more access to humans (aka they are more likely to be confused by our actions). Also, these are only a few out of HUNDREDS of known shark species.  All I'm saying is don't judge a book by its cover.  That's similar to folks claiming that all pit bulls and rottweilers are aggressive, which of course is not true.  Yes, they can be trained to be aggressive, but they are not so without reason.  Animals act out for certain reasons.  Shoot, you guys should be more concerned about intraspecies aggression than a shark.

                                   

Road rage is way more terrifying.

 

3) There are tons of them out there

 

On average, we kill about 100 million sharks per year.  Check out the link below to see a picture that will give you some perspective.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/27/sharks-killed-per-hour-infographic_n_2965775.html

The main reason for so many shark deaths is due to shark finning.  In this process, the fins are cut from a shark and the body is thrown back into the water (and it cannot survive after this horrific act).  The fins are normally used for soup and as a thickening agent.  If you'd like to see for yourselves, please watch the video below.  Be warned though...it's graphic.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO7hvOtYnck

 

4) They serve no purpose

 

We already mentioned above that sharks are an apex, or top predator.  What happens when you remove a top predator?  The entire food chain falls apart.  We have the power to rip sharks out of the ocean by the millions, but they don't have the ability to reproduce quickly enough to make up for the loss.  The ecosystem is then left in a very fragile state.  Species that sharks prey upon get out of control (such as stingrays), which then feed on other species and reduce their numbers.  You get a loss of biodiversity.  Less biodiversity-->unhealthy ocean-->no seafood/resources for us-->no life, period.  That may seem a little dramatic, but it's true.  People don't want to accept that because it's overwhelming to think about.  Killing sharks because they are a "scary species" does not solve our issues.  They, like everything else, serve a purpose, no matter how great or small.  By the way everyone,  I didn't write this post to make you into a shark lover, although I hope that you have a greater appreciation for them.  I simply wrote this to give you a different perspective.   It is understandable why folks should be fearful based on what we've been exposed to.  Yes, like many other things, sharks are potentially dangerous and they need to be respected, but so many other things are more threatening than sharks (texting and driving *cough cough*).  We need to focus our energy in the right place and stop regarding the "scary species" as being "mean" and "out to get us".  In fact, sharks are way more scared of us than we are of them (as they should be since we kill millions per year, which is equivalent to about 11,000 per hour). 

 

 

As someone that has grown up by the ocean and SCUBA dives with these amazing creatures, I have never felt threatened.  Not even once.  If anything, I wanted THEM to come closer to ME just because they were so fascinating.  It is so humbling to be in their environment.  They are definitely an underappreciated species.  I don't want to get all sappy on you guys, so I'll stop while I'm ahead.  Like I said before, the point of this post is not to make you into an avid shark lover that rides them like a majestic unicorn into the sunset (although I would totally do that), the point is to help you understand the facts.  Sharks are not evil villains.  If anyone is the villain in this situation, it's us.  Please feel free to repost this/share with someone who may be misinformed about these guys!  Until next time. 

 

 

A Rewarding Lifestyle...

Once upon a time I was browsing on Pinterest (as I always do...) and stumbled upon this picture:

 

I found it to be very appropriate seeing as how I was just having a conversation with my buddies about this a few days ago while sitting on the beach one evening.  All three of us are biologists and share a love of environmental science and conservation.  Although we have chosen to take slightly different paths within the field, our roots are all the same.  Before long we found ourselves complaining about life's little challenges that everyone has to face at some point or another...you know 1)  Financial hardship 2) Working conflicts 3) Relationships with friends/family 4) Too many tourists in the area 5) The waves being too big to ride (boo hoo, right?).  We then got on the topic of our careers and couldn't help but laugh at all of the previous venting we had just done.  We realized that well, quite frankly, we're living the dream!  So for today's blog post, I want to share some of the amazing perks (and downfalls) to choosing this career path.  Also, I want to ask you guys, what made you chose yours?  What keeps you pushing through?

 

I didn't always know that I wanted to be a biologist.  In second grade when my teacher asked us all what we wanted to be when we grew up, I responded with the following:  paleontologist, killer whale trainer, marine biologist, veterinarian, musician, jockey, and astronaut, depending on which day of the week it was.  You know, all of the stereotypical cool jobs that nobody actually think is attainable.  I'm also pretty sure at one point I wanted to BE a horse.  Not a job that involved horses...just BE a horse.  Let me mane and tail fly freely in the wind.  Be able to run faster and jump higher.  Eat grass.  No paying taxes.  The good life.  Unfortunately, I wasn't born with Animorph skills so I guess I'll settle for the human life.

 

Why?  Just...why?

 

 

I could write an entire blog post about when/why I chose this path, but to save some time I'll wait until later.  Alright let's begin.



 

The Perks of Being a Biologist

  

 1) Travel

 

Whether it be for research/conservation purposes, attending a conference with other nerdy people, or a new job, one of the perks to this field is being able to see new places.  I don't know about you guys, but I can't stay in the same place for TOO long.  Perhaps it's because of my age and curiosity, but I WANT TO SEE EVERYTHING AND BE EVERYWHERE!  Being able to travel gets you out of your comfort zone and allows you to experience new cultures and scenery, but you also do quite a bit of growing and learn a lot about yourself! (Cheesy, but true)

 

This is one adventure I'll pass on.

 

 2) SCUBA!

 

This is more specific to marine/freshwater biology of course, but man OH man.  I cannot even begin to tell you guys how happy I am that I made this decision (and you should try it, too!).  I mean, I had to for my career anyway, BUT STILL...BEST THING EVER.  This sort of ties into my next topic of wildlife/scenery, but let me explain.

 

Between the ability to breath under water, feeling weightless, exploring, and just being in an entirely different world, I could go on forever about how awesome it is.  Seeing it on TV and actually experiencing it are two completely different things.  Things that I thought I would be terrified of (like sharks and barracuda) make you feel humbled and put you in this sort of daze while you're under water (or maybe I was just narked...who knows).  Plus, as someone with a marine science background, it only makes sense to experience what I'm trying to conserve, right?  I hear some people out there right now... "MmMMmm you ain't gon catch me cuba divin' wif dem sharks!"

 

 

 

3) The AMAZING wildlife/scenery

 

Loggerhead sea turtle (Caretta caretta) not diggin' all this paparazzi.

 

 

Pretty self-explanatory.  From endangered species of sea turtles to poisonous dart frogs to birds of prey, I am very fortunate to have worked with some incredible species.  Already at the age of 24 I have experienced things that some people would give an arm and a leg to do and for that I am incredibly grateful!  Just another perk to being a biologist/animal lover...

 

 

4) Being Active

 

I don't just mean being physically active, you know, climbing Mt. Everest and what not, I mean active in making a difference.  Sure, not every scientist is directly involved, but in some way it is going to make a difference.  Whether it be for medical reasons, protecting the local species of squirrel (squirrels need love, too), engineering, etc.  Whatever the reason may be, you're being active!  Not every person can say this.  To see the difference you're making is even more incredible!  Once again, just another perk.

I just love chemistry cat. (don't judge)

 

 5) The People

 

 Last, but certainly NOT least, the people that you meet in this field are absolutely incredible.  To be surrounded by people THAT UNDERSTAND YOU and make you realize that you're not the only crazed/weird person out there that cares about all of the "dorky stuff".  There are surprisingly a lot of us out there! (Beware...) In fact, I met some like-minded people the other night at the bar who have apparently been in this small town for quite some time and I was just NOW meeting them!  All it took were some simple words "I majored in blah blah blah SCIENCE" and it was all over.  No worries my non-sciencey friends because I still love y'all, too. 

Someone to talk nerdy with...thank God.

 

 

 The Downfalls To Being A Biologist

 

 

Between the adventures, the people, the wildlife, and the overall amazing experiences that come along with this field, there are obviously some downfalls to this lifestyle.  Here are some of the ones that I have personally struggled with:

 

 

1)  You are always broke...end of story

Cool job = crappy pay.  That's just the harsh reality.  There are some exceptions, but for the most part, most scientists/zookeepers don't make jack diddly squat.  So if you plan on being rich, don't become an animal trainer/zookeeper!  However, if you want a "rich" and fulfilling life, than you chose the right path ;)

This happens too often for me.

 

 2) Competition

 

Cool job = crappy pay AND competition!  Yes, nowadays jobs are not easy to come by in general, but especially in this field.  Everybody wants a fun job.  We all have this expectation of graduating college and having our dream job right after we step out of the gymnasium doors, but there are few and far in between that are THAT lucky (if you are one of these people, high five!).  It usually takes several months if not years of persistence (aka applying a bazillion times) before you land your dream job.  The fact that you are 1) specialized 2) there aren't that many jobs readily available 3) most people stick with their job and don't leave 4) blah blah blah, puts you in a hard spot.  YOU MEAN I SPENT 4-5 YEARS BREAKING MY BACK TO GET A BACHELOR OF SCIENCE DEGREE TO WORK AT MCDONALD'S????  A lot of us have to flip burgers just to get by until we have a breakthrough.  You almost feel embarrassed and ashamed.  You shouldn't, but it's not what we expected.  At some point you may even feel like you're "too good" for that kind of job and become cynical or bitter (don't let this happen to you).  Everything happens for a reason.  Luckily it's not forever!

So it has come to this.

 

 3) Relationships

 

Just like being able to travel is one of the perks of being a biologist, it is also a downfall.  If you're constantly moving from one place to another trying to gain experience, or to take advantage of new job opportunities, it starts to wear on your personal relationships with family, friends, and significant others.  Not to mention you're really busy!  Sure, the job is awesome which helps to fuel the flame, but it's difficult to balance everything out sometimes.  With that being said, I think this is something that everyone struggles with...not just scientists/zookeepers/trainers!  Aside from balance, my relationship with my parents has sometimes been on edge simply because they don't seem to understand what it's like for recent graduates.  Jobs were simply easier to come by when they were my age.  There is this constant tug-of-war with wanting to be COMPLETELY independent, yet you're still having to rely on them somewhat for support until a full-time job comes through for you.  I am very thankful to have this support, but sheesh I can't go a day without the "when are you going to get a real job" talk.  Jeez guys, I'm trying! 

 

 

All in all, I have not a single doubt in my mind that I made the right decision about my career path.  Regardless of the occasional doubts and life's little struggles, the rewards have been well worth it.  I know that for a fact because I've been through this process many times already.  When people ask me what I do for a living I always get a little giddy on the inside.  Actually being happy at work and being proud of what you do overrides everything that may temporarily bring you down.  My goal is to set up a life that I enjoy and don't feel the need to escape from.  So tell me guys, what are the ups and downs to your career? 

Typical day...no big deal.

Throwback to Tortuguero...

Do you guys ever sit down and think about what you were doing this time exactly a year ago?  I do it ALL OF THE TIME.  In fact, I probably do it way too much (I really should learn to stop living in the past, but anyway).  In honor of "Throwback Thursday" (even though it's Sunday), I am choosing to recall some experiences from one of the most amazing times of my life.  In mid-August of 2013, I was just returning from a trip to Tortuguero, Costa Rica.  My classmates and I were there for about a week and a half serving as eco-volunteers for the Sea Turtle Conservancy.  Although our time there was very short compared to the seasonal researchers, I definitely took home some valuable lessons and memories.  Let me elaborate a little bit.

#1- Taking off in a plane was WAY better than any roller coaster I had ever been on

Okay so, NO ONE EVER TOLD ME HOW MUCH FUN RIDING IN A PLANE IS!! Well, the taking-off part at least.  Prior to this trip I had never been on anything bigger than a 4-seater, and that was once.  This was definitely one of the highlights of my trip.  I just couldn't understand why my fellow passengers weren't as excited as I was, I mean c'mon!

I'm sure you can guess which person is supposed to represent yours truly.

 

 

The landing part, not so much.  That experience can make a non-religious person start spurting out every verse from the Bible within a 5 second period.  It started out smooth (it always does...) and when the plane started slowing down, the pilot slammed on the breaks so hard I'm pretty sure my body almost traveled into a different time zone.  Thank goodness for seat belts.

WHEN DOES IT STOPPPPPPPPP

 

 

#2- Surviving the Jungles of Tortuguero (Part 1)

 

A view from my bed on the hottest day of the week.  That little fan was my Saving Grace.

 

Okay, so I'm not usually one to complain.  Especially since we were only there for a little over a week and the wildlife was absolutely incredible (and we'll get to that later), but holy crap.  The bugs and the sun in Central America are no joke.  Since it is a third world country and we were in a small village in the middle of nowhere, we were living minimally.  That means:  no A/C, a shared room with 5 other people (reminds me of freshman year ahh), and no escape from the bugs.  Literally no escape.  Our cabin/dorm walls were not attached to the ceiling, so whatever wanted to creep and crawl inside could easily do it.  Aside from the cute little house geckos that peeped during the night, I was a little disturbed when thinking about what could possibly crawl over my face at night (I had heard stories of scorpions and spiders, among other things *shivers*)  It didn't help that I found THIS THING hanging out over top of my bunk the VERY FIRST NIGHT.

 

Hello, human.  What a comfy-looking bed you have there!

 

Alright.  We've got the bugs and heat part out of the way.  Now lets talk about the noises.  Ever wake up to the sound of a rooster calling?  Try various species of birds (including toucans) and howler monkeys.  Never heard a howler monkey, you say?  Click on this link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYtoz-t-bbY).  You're welcome.  And if you're REALLY lucky, you wake to the sounds of your annoying classmate (named Andy) flapping his trap when you've just fallen asleep after walking the beach from 12am-4am searching for sea turtles.  Love you, Andy ;)

 

Surviving the Jungles of Tortuguero (Part 2)

Lets talk turtles!  The whole reason we were there in the first place was to help the current summer researchers and to learn, learn, learn!  As eco-volunteers, we would walk the beaches at night from either 8pm-12am or 12am-4am.  We also did a morning track shift as well where we would mark tracks/nests from the night before.  For the night shift, our duty was to measure turtles, count eggs, note their current physical condition (i.e. barnacles, disease, etc.), and to tag them (that was a researcher duty).  We would separate into two groups and briskly walk (or sometimes run) the Boca section, or the Park section.  Adjusting your eyes to the lack of light took several minutes, but the stars were normally out which reflected off of the ocean.  You could see a small glow on the waves created by the bioluminescent plankton.  The sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline along with the beautiful sights made those 4 hours go by pretty fast.  Sure, it was tiring and I tripped over random objects several times throughout the night and my legs were chaffed, but the turtles were well worth it. 

A photo taken by the talented Ralph Pace.

The turtles we were after were mainly green sea turtles (Tortuga verde, or Chelonia mydas).  For those of you that may not know, green sea turtles are the second largest next to the leatherbacks.  Greens can get over 500lbs and their shells can measure over 5ft sometimes.  Which brings me to my next point...getting slapped in the face from an animal that size isn't fun.  I can't tell you how many times I was almost blinded every time I tried to measure a turtle's carapace (the top of their shell).  It didn't matter how many times I was warned or whatever position I tried to place myself in...I would either get dragged down into her pit every time she swooped her big fins, get a face full of sand, or a butt crack full of sand (or all of the above).  I was doing all of this while trying to get an accurate measurement, not get bitten by her ridiculously strong jaws, not piss her off/scare her away, and not make the researchers get angry with me.  Did I mention that sea turtles love building their nests in nearly inaccessible areas covered with brush and ant hills?  These aren't just ANY ant hills.  These are badass, Costa Rican, human flesh-eating ants.  Talk about stressful.  Not as stressful as tagging turtles/supervising idiotic volunteers (aka me), but stressful.

 

How we returned to our bunks every night.

Surviving the Jungles of Tortuguero (Part 3)

 

Lets talk about our night hike!  You know those episodes on the Discovery Channel where you see people like Jeff Corwin trekking through the jungle in search of highly venomous and exotic animals?  That was a reality for us.

Here you see little me (in blue) protecting my friend, Andy, from snakes, spiders, and poisonous frogs.

 

 

I will admit that not every person was a fan of this hike.  It was really dark, wet, muddy, humid, hot as the devil's butt crack, and the bugs were having the biggest fiesta of their lives.  Not to mention we were wearing uncomfortable boots that put huge blisters on our feet.  However, we saw some of the coolest animals that I've only dreamed of being able to see in person!  We saw multiple species of frogs, pseudo-scorpions, actual scorpions, tarantulas (among other species of arachnids), snakes, etc.  Overall, it was an awesome experience! (and we survived).

 

Here I am with a baby cat-eyed snake.  I cropped out my face because I look D-I-S-G-U-S-T-ing.

 



#3- The lesson of the turtle

If what I mentioned previously didn't already scare you away from ever visiting Costa Rica, here are a few other things that I learned while in this unique and wonderous place:

 

1)  People steal (this is not to pick on the person it happened to).  The locals are friendly, but they can be TOO friendly at times, so pay attention to your things.

 

2)  The FOOD WAS SO GOOD.  Their coffee and pineapple is the bomb diggity.  They also use pure, unprocessed food so you don't feel like absolute crap after eating it.

 

3)  The wildlife/scenery is incredible.  I could write an entire blog on this topic alone (maybe later?) ;)

 

4)  The people are passionate and real.  A lot of them have nothing and they still manage to get along with their lives just fine and seem very happy with it.  Also, my classmates and teacher are some of the coolest and most inspiring people I've ever met.  Just saying.

Our class before whitewater rafting on the Sarapiqui river!

 

 

5)  The biggest lesson of all...the reason I do what I do.



The biggest lesson I learned on this trip, aside from learning to adapt to a place very much out of my comfort zone, was to always remember the lesson of the turtle.  To never forget why I became a conservation biologist in the first place.  To never forget what originally instilled my passion for marine life...sea turtles.

 

Holding the critically endangered Hawksbill sea turtle (Eretmocheyls imbricata) 

 

I have one last story and then I promise I'll shut up.

 

#4- Meeting Viernes

 

For those of you that do not speak Spanish, "Viernes" is the Spanish word for "Friday".  I named her Friday because that was our last day in Tortuguero and my last chance to count eggs.  All week I had heard stories from my fellow classmates about their egg counting experiences and how incredible it was.  Even though I was delighted to see their joy, I wanted nothing more than to have that same experience.  To count eggs, you have to catch a female turtle in the right stage of her nest building.  You also have to be careful not to scare her away (they can be very skiddish at times).  The only time we would count eggs would be during the 12am-4am shift.  That Friday, I was supposed to walk the morning track shift, which meant if I chose to do the 12am-4am shift, I wouldn't be able to sleep until the next day.  Did I give up my precious sleep in order to have the chance at counting eggs?  You bet your sweet fanny I did.  It was truly a magical moment.  Not to get cheesy, but the situation was perfect.  We found a female who had just finished digging her pit and was beginning to go into her "daze" before laying.  We carefully and silently made our preparations.  I slipped on my gloves, climbed in behind her with a tally counter, and patiently waited.  She laid 160 precious eggs in my hands, the most eggs out of any turtle that week.  I might have cried just a smidgen.   (SEA TURTLES MAKE ME EMOTIONAL, OKAY???)  I cried the first time I saw a nest boil, too.  Just knowing that I played a part in protecting this species made me all gooey inside.  Nothing can ever replace what I experienced in that moment and at that place.  Normally I would end this novel that I just wrote with something like..."I waved goodbye to Viernes as she pulled her heavy body back into the sea.  Would I EVER SEE HER AGAIN?  WOULD HER HATCHLINGS EVER FEEL THE WRATH OF THE SEA AND LAY EGGS OF THEIR OWN??"...but that's WAY too dramatic and deep for me, so instead I'll just end with this picture.  Until next time guys!

Looking good, Tyler ;)





What I learned from my animal training internship...

This past summer was definitely one of the most amazing experiences that I've ever had (and I've done some pretty cool stuff).  I could probably write an entire book about it, but I'll spare you guys (for now).  Instead, I'll just share some of the moments that stood out the most (along with the big lessons that I learned from both my co-workers and the animals).

For those of you that may not know, I am an aspiring marine animal trainer (along with 120348210348123491284301392Q@$@#$!$)I* other people).  This past summer was my first time actually working hands-on with marine mammals.  Although it was a time filled with ups and downs, it undoubtedly reinforced my desire to pursue this path, no matter how difficult and long.  Now, moving on from the sappy/inspirational stuff, lets recall my summer:

Lesson # 1:   My body moves faster than my brain sometimes

I'll never forget the first couple of weeks at my internship.  I was SO STINKING EXCITED to be working in a new place with FREAKIN' DOLPHINS that I could hardly contain myself.  I honestly don't remember the last time I was THAT pumped about ANYTHING.  Below is a pretty accurate depiction of how my face looked the first time I touched a dolphin:

OH EM GEE DOLF-ANS!!!!

 

Whenever the trainers asked me to help them with ANYTHING, I was usually quick to oblige...perhaps a little too quick.  There is such a thing as being overly eager and although I had good intentions (to help out, of course), I normally ended up busting my butt, slicing a finger, bumping my head against random objects, and last but not least, slipping off a bridge into one of our dolphin habitats.  No wonder I was awarded with "Most Likely To Fall" on our last day.  Alas, although I am probably now known as the "accident-prone intern that doesn't stop talking", I do have some pretty funny memories.  Lesson I learned:  let my brain work before my body aka CHILL THE HECK OUT.

 

 

Lesson #2:  You can stuff more than you think you can...

 

That's what she said.

 

Alright, so before the dirty jokes and sexual innuendos begin, let me explain.  Even though I had some experience stuffing fish prior to this internship, you would have never guessed it prior to this moment.  The first time I was asked to place a few vitamins inside some capelin (small fish), you would think that I was just asked to solve world hunger.  I SLOWLY and CAREFULLY placed an individual pill into one fish at a time.  Not only did it take me forever because I kept dropping stuff all over the place, but I couldn't figure out which orifice to place the pill in (SO MANY CHOICES! The anus, the mouth, the gills, TOO MANY DECISIONS!)  By the time I had prepared my 1 med fish, everyone was standing around their buckets waiting for me.  Luckily, my mentor had a good sense of humor and showed me the "proper" way of stuffing aka just shove as many as you can into a tiny capelin and move on.  Lesson I learned:  there is such a thing as paying TOO much attention to detail.

 

Lesson #3:  Dolphins aren't really intimidating...until you have their full attention

 

I'll never forget the first time I had a training session with a dolphin.  My mentor just handed me the fish bucket and just said "here ya go" like it was nothing.  It was finally time to spread my wings and apply everything that I had learned up until that point to an actual training session.  It shouldn't be hard, right?  All I had to do was ask for some simple hand targets and reinforce accordingly, all while being watched by both experienced trainers and your animal.  "Ask her for a hand target."....It was like all common sense and training knowledge had suddenly vanished.

 

This looks about right.

 

When I finally did come back to planet Earth, my hand signals made it seem like I was trying to do some alien robotic dance.  I'm also pretty sure that what I was trying to tell my animal and what my mentor was telling me to do were completely opposite.  I'm thankful that both my mentor and my dolphin were in a patient mood that day. 

 

I have no clue what she's doing. 

 

Lesson I learned:  it's okay to make mistakes.  Be confident!

 

Lesson #4:  Dolphins are awesome, but so are penguins...and seals...and sea lions...and otters

 

The facility I interned at currently houses only one species of marine mammal, which are the dolphins.  At one point during the summer, some of us got the chance to visit other facilities that housed all kinds of marine animals including, but not limited to:  California sea lions, harbor seals, African black-footed penguins, Asian small-clawed otters, etc.  Getting a chance to learn about them and how they're trained was one of the coolest parts of my summer!  Everyone always gets so hyped up about dolphins and whales.  Dolphins and whales are amazing animals, but one lesson that I learned from this summer is that other "less popular" species are just as cool (if not cooler, haha...penguin joke).  I know now that I want to work at a facility that has a variety of critters because you can benefit from those experiences just as much as you can working with the more "popular species".  Also, did I mention HOW STINKIN' CUTE ASIAN SMALL-CLAWED OTTERS ARE??!!  Lesson I learned:  don't be too picky.

 

Love me, or else.

Lesson #5:  Patience

 

Probably one of the most valuable things I learned (and I'm still learning), is to be patient.  In my case, it's waiting for a full-time job.  Sometimes, even when you make a good impression and work your very hardest, life doesn't always go by your plans.  The marine mammal field is probably one of the most competitive fields out there and it is a cut-throat industry.  On top of that, doing one internship doesn't always guarantee a job (in fact, most of the time it doesn't).  That's not to say that getting a job in this field doesn't involve networking and working hard, but I've learned that a lot of it has to do with timing and persistence.  It's important to keep your chin up and keep pushing!  If your heart is in it than it will all pay off in the end (that's what I tell myself, anyway).  I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the experiences that I've had working with animals and I'm beyond excited to do it again one day!  Lesson I learned:  keep my eyes on the prize and stay positive.  (Sappy spiel over).  Until next time guys!

The Porpoise Of This Blog...

Welp, I finally did it.  I finally began a blog.  I officially have no life (...just kidding).  I suppose I should start by telling you a little bit about myself.  Here is a list of my favorite things:

 

 

1)  Coffee

 

2) Animals

 

3) My friends/family

 

4) Outdoor adventures

 

5) Witty puns

 

 

I debated starting a blog for quite a while because I was afraid of the following: 

 

1) People being interested enough to read it

 

2) My friends potentially calling me a copy-cat (some mutual friends have made similar blogs)

 

3) My willingness to actually keep up with it

Actually, I just wanted to post a picture of a unicorn-shaped cloud.

...and then, suddenly, a sign appeared from the heavens and it finally made sense to me.  I'm going to stop worrying about what others think and do what I want to do, which is share my life experiences, my hopes and dreams, and the lessons that I've learned along the way with whomever would like to hear.  Now journey on, my friends, as we ride together through the Mists of Avalon upon our noble steeds.

 

 

This blog was partially inspired by other similar marine mammal blogs, one of them being themiddleflipper.blogspot.com.  If you aren't already following her, for shame.