The Hitchhiker

June 13th, 2011


The boys found this little guy in the middle of the bicycle trail yesterday morning, and gave him a lift to the other side. Upon getting home, Patrick gave me a stern talking to about the danger of letting the boys picking up stray turtles, lest it turn out to be a snapper, the smallest of which could CHOMP THEIR FINGERS CLEAN OFF (Southern men have an inherent mistrust of reptiles, most being of the “whack first, ask questions later” persuasion).

He may be right about snapping turtles, but I don’t think this was one. Maybe it was a tortoise, though it looked different from those who lumber across our yard in the springtime, the misleadingly-named box “turtles.”

Funny story about those. The first time I ever saw one, I was walking through a wooded park and met it on my path. In defense of what happened next, let me just say that there are no wild reptiles on the island of Newfoundland, where I dwelt the preceding 26 years.

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing out of the water?” I exclaimed, before helpfully dropping the terrestrial traveller in a deep pool in a nearby creek. I thought I saw him enthusiastically waving his claws in thanks, as he plunged to the bottom.

Lucky thing I came along.

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  1. hodgepodge says:

    That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. It looks like an emoticon of itself.

    And also – nice one, putting the tortoise in the water. I’d probably do the same thing.

  2. Bev says:

    I love turtles and this photo is totally fabu! You cracked me up with your vignette about “helping” the turtle.

  3. Christine says:

    I just snorted in laughter.

  4. Jen says:

    We call them round here-teetles! Of course, that is after my son used to curl up like a turtle to sleep as an infant, and four years later will try to still. Though, looks kind of goofy with his butt hiked up:). But he is still our teetle!

    As for snappers…I’m with your husband on those. Nasty buggers. I grew up in a neighborhood carved out of an old farm…drainage ditches, pond, even a small swamp. Whenever we had a bad storm and the ditches overflowed there were snappers everywhere. Like a horror version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. A neighbor once found one with a shell the size of a small sled. It broke a branch the size of my forearm IN HALF. I was about 10 at the time. I still have nightmares about that. Bad snappers. I prefer my teetles either curled up on my lap as the baby boy variety or on the beach as the sea turtle variety:)

  5. Beth says:

    Bwahahahahahaha. This made my day. I still heart you from afar and am convinced we’ll be lifelong friends. I’m not even holding it against you that you did not attend the Arkansas Women Bloggers conference. We’ll get you next time (insert maniacal laughter).

    Just love the last three tidbits you’ve posted. Or, as I read today in a forwarded email from a large local company – and you can’t make this stuff up – tit bits. That poor man.

  6. Jenni says:

    I absolutely love your blog. I’m so happy that I’ve stumbled across it. You are now in my bookmarks.

    BTW- Your little friend is a stinkpot turtle.

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