I'd like to share with you an experience that I had today. I was having a craptastic day at work. There was nothing particularly bad, it was just really busy and I didn't feel like I was making any progress. I was kind of grumpy while I was on my way home. Shortly before I turned into my driveway, there was a car accident in front of me. One car had swerved off the road and an SUV clipped his back end (both cars kept going though). I stopped in plenty of time. Then I saw what the first car had swerved to avoid.
There, in the middle of the road, was a large turtle. I parked in my parking lot, walked out into the road and picked him up. I took him home. I named him Jesus (hay-soos, not the biblical Jesus). He was a pretty big turtle and his shell was a little smaller than a dinner plate. I told Matt that we were going to keep him in the bathtub (he didn't like that idea much). Then I put Jesus on the floor and watched the cats poke and prod it.
This turtle was far more mild than the one that I had as a pet several years ago. He used to bite me every chance he got. Jesus wouldn't come out of his shell, literally. After about 45 minutes, he finally started poking his head out. But I could see that he wasn't really happy with us, so Matt and I let him go in the drainage ditch behind our building (that's where I think he was headed anyway). However, he didn't seem to want to go anywhere when I let him go. Matt thinks maybe he was a suicidal turtle and was trying to get run over when I "saved" him and now he was just more depressed. I just think I scared the crap out of him.
Anyway, Jesus turned my day from a craptastic one to a pretty cool one.
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