The photograph is picture of snake species named Psammodynastes pictus. It was my first. My first victim. Well, I mean, those snake species (not the snake on the picture btw, I take those picture years later in the field) is my first specimen I prepared by my own hand. The first snake I dare to hold. First snake I dare to killed (hey, its for research purpose guys, no offense OK). I remember how trembling I was when I hold the syringe, trying find the right spot, and failed, and tried again, and failed again (blood everywhere–hiiiii I was panic at the time), and finally I did it, yihay!!! Sorry deary snake, not intend to hurt you, but I need to practice. Since then I never forget those species, though my friends said that those species hardly to identified. I even miss the snake. I miss all of it. The dark night, walk down the river, headlamp on top, sack and plastic sample on the left, sometimes stick on the right, those preparation process, those photo session in the morning, those identified species which is sometimes can be so challenging.
Well, you never forget your first.