So off I went around the block (we both live in the middle of the block) to see how I could help my highly excited neighbor. I met her at the sideway in front of her house. I asked her to show me where it was and she stood there and pointed back towards the house. I asked if she was sure it was still there and her answer was.........hell no, that's your job. Okay then, what does it look like. I thought that was a pretty reasonable question at the moment. Her response...."I don't know it just moved." Well is it big, little? Barb's response, hell Linda, if I had known you wanted to play a quiz game I would have asked someone else to help me.
So I just walked away.
Nah, what kinda story would that be. Thinking it might be a snake, I asked her for the rake, which she did hand me. And asked her to call my husband, just in case I needed some back up. I had no idea what I was gonna be bringing out of the rose bushes on the side of her house.
So off this intrepid hunter went, armed with a leaf rake and no good sense, into the wilds of the rose garden. I poked around every bush, along the fence line, and back up to see if it had climbed up onto the brick. Now remember, I don't know what I am looking for.
this darling and handsome boy is Big Guy
this charming miss is Momma
As I am staring up, something bumps into my foot. I look down and there he is. The fearsome beast of Los Arboles Street...a box turtle. He's looking up at me like....hey how's it going? I picked him up and started back towards Barb and when she saw what I was holding, I swear to the gods of the underworld, she let out this blood curdling scream that was heard in Cleveland, Ohio, ran inside her house and yelled for me to take it away.
Tee Hee. By this time the neighborhood is out seeing how and why I had killed a neighbor lady. Cuz it sure sounded like that's what had happened. As the crowd gathered, there were lots of remarks about the turtle and most of them were negative. Like get that thing outta here, don't let it touch me it'll give me warts (wrong animal species and a myth dum dum). Then Barb's next door neighbor tells me there is one of those horrible things in a bucket in her garage too. Would I kill it? Ugh, no. But I will take it with me.
So for the price of admission to the freak show, I got my very first box turtles, Big Guy and Momma and it has been love, love, love at first sight and ever since. These two turtles started the "herd of turtles" I loved. Turtles are quite trainable, semi intellegent and lots of fun to watch.....much like birds without the feathers, birdseed and pooplets. I, at one point in time (until three years ago), had 30 plus turtles in the back yard of our other house. 3 different kinds and a thriving consultant business on turtles, tortoises and terrapins.
I'll continue this tale of a short reptile tail tomorrow but thought I'd leave you with the turtle axiom on life......you never make any progress unless you're willing to stick your neck out.