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Before Martha Stewart named him her "pet keeper," and before millions of people turned to him for advice, Marc Morrone had a simple dream: to learn everything he possibly could about every kind of animal and share that knowledge with others. In this lively, colorful memoir, Morrone offers a heartfelt and candid look inside a life well-lived with creatures great and small, from the domestic to the exotic, from frisky ferrets to renegade reptiles to rare parrots. Morrone is an enthusiastic champion of all animals-furred, feathered, or scaled, domestic or wild-and his lifelong adventures take us from his internationally renowned pet store, Parrots of the World, to his home and personal menagerie, covering his media roles on both television and radio. Inspiring, informative, and frequently amazing, Morroners"s story is a memorable tribute to one manrs"s passion for the world of animals and his enduring commitment to their care. InA Man for All Species,animal expert Marc Morrone weaves thrilling, inspiring, strange, and often hilarious experiences with practical advice gleaned over his forty-year career, revealing a world of adventure and anguish, humor and heart, that every pet owner and animal lover will recognize.

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Chapter 1
Tiny Bones, Big Dreams

Long Beach, New York, in the 1960s was paradise for a child like me. Even though our house was small and there was no backyard, it was only a short walk to reach the empty lot at the end of the block, an empty lot that became my laboratory for the natural world.

The vacant lot was overgrown with ragweed, briars, and poison ivy. There were also stands of milkweed and every stem had the caterpillar of a monarch butterfly clinging to it. I’d carry several of the caterpillars home to watch the chrysalis develop. Whenever I could be, I was down in that lot, catching every kind of insect I could find. Grasshoppers were one of my favorites because of how their mandibles worked. My maternal grandfather, Arnold, was proud of my bug collecting, and also that I knew what “mandible” meant. I had been reading since I was four, mostlyThe Audubon
Nature Encyclopedia, and I always wanted to use the right word. My mother had bought me the books when she recognized my passion for bugs and other animals. My father was very quiet most of the time, but I knew he understood how important all creatures were in my life. But the most directly involved and expressive was definitely my grandfather.

“It’s not big enough, Marc, not big enough.”

He looked at the grasshopper I had caught and encouraged me to find an even bigger one. Some of the grasshoppers I caught were actually locusts and could fly, so I had a butterfly net to help. Off I went again in search of an even bigger bug.

On this occasion, I hit the jumping jackpot. I had walked behind the house, where I found the biggest grasshopper I had ever seen. It was enormous, at least three inches long, and it didn’t have any wings. I crept up to it and grabbed it. Grandpa would be really proud of this one.

“Grandpa, look what I found!”

I could tell by the way he looked at my prize that it was indeed an excellent specimen.

“That’s a big one, Marc. I can use that one to make my drawings.”

My grandfather created the models for the Welch Biological Supply Company, and he worked from models based on real-life specimens. The grasshopper I had caught would enable him to capture the tiny details when he made his resin model. I was very proud of my contribution to his work.

There were some bugs I was never able to catch for him. He wanted a praying mantis, and I looked hard to find one. When I finally did find a mantis sitting on a branch, I was so mesmerized by it I couldn’t move. The mantis turned its head toward me and just stared at me while it cleaned its front legs like a cat. It was like watching an alien life force. I was so fascinated by the way it looked that I didn’t try to catch it. Another bug Grandpa wanted was a dragonfly, but I was terrified of those. They, too, were fascinating to watch, but someone had told me that they were like darning needles; if you grabbed one it would bite. It took me years to learn that this was false.

That may have been an old wives’ tale; but the puffer- fish bite was a reality.

More than almost anything else, my grandfather loved fishing, and I was his constant companion on those outings. He kept his bait in the refrigerator drawer, usually live eels. Other times we’d dig with our pitchforks in the sand to find the best worms. Fishing with my grandfather wasn’t just about fishing; it was about his sharing his knowledge of all living things. He knew how things worked, how legs worked, how mouths worked, and why they worked the way they did. He was a walking encyclopedia. Hanging out with him, I saw everything in living detail. I saw “how” worms and sand crabs buried themselves in the sand. I saw “how” birds dove underwater to catch fish. If I couldn’t see “how” crabs were able to scuttle from s

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Man for All Species : The Remarkable Adventures of an Animal Lover and Expert Pet Keeper

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