My parents called shortly after supper tonight, and Scott answered the phone. So I only caught part of the conversation at first. Incredibly frustrating things like "Uh...we're the ones who take in strays?" and "Oh wow..." or "Weird...." or "Umm....you're coming by?" So finally I got the phone and got the whole story.
My parents were pulling out of the trailer park where my sister lives, and my mom noticed a momma cat and three kittens (yes, this is where I started thinking NO I do NOT want any KITTENS, THANK YOU, but that was not really what she meant) who were playing with a rock. A rock that was moving. So my dad went over and picked up the pretty good-sized turtle and put it in the back of the truck.
Did they take it back to my sister's house, who was right behind them? My sister who has actually owned 2 turtles? My sister who has little turtle statues and pictures all over her house? Oh no. They decided the boys would like it better. Besides, I'm the animal lover, and my husband is an animal lover. *sigh*
But actually, now that he's here, he's a pretty cool turtle. Very social and active. We are going to put an ad in the paper and see if anyone's looking for him, and if not, we'll probably keep him. Sorry, no pictures right now. I'm just too damn tired/lazy/busy to go put batteries in the digital camera, take 20 pictures to get 2 decent ones, and then get them into photodelight or wtf-ever it's called, and then upload them. I know, I'm lame, my apologies. ;)



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