a long time ago, in a land far away…
okay jk. when I lived in florida my friends bought me some little red eared sliders for my birthday and they unintentionally created some sort of an addiction. my friends and neighbors would find turtles in their backyards and pools and bring them to me, where they know they’d find a home. at one point I had ten little baby turtles swimming around in my tank. I was the proud owner of the turtle refugee home, raising little orphan turtles until they were big enough to be taken down to the canal [where I’m pretty sure they made nice snacks for the alligators that took up residence there. but let’s skip that part].
however, through a series of unfortunate events [read: little siblings banging too hard on the glass] my little turtle orphanage was destroyed while I was in hawaii. and we moved. and things happened. and we gave up on our turtle rescue project. and then my mom made the mistake of promising me turtles if I came home from college this summer [like I wouldn’t anyway…ha!]. and so, a few days after my return, we headed to the nearest petsmart to get some little baby turtles. there we received the crushing news: 1. petsmart didn’t even carry them. 2. even if they did carry them, they wouldn’t sell them to us without a teacher’s license. a teacher’s license! I’m sure there is some logic in there but I didn’t care. I stormed out those little automatic sliding doors dead set on acquiring some dang turtles. after some frantic phone calls, we found a little family owned pet shop in the middle of town that smelled nasty but would sell us our turtles.
there it is. my little turtles in their new home, just waiting for some helpless orphan turtles to join them [they’re much harder to find in texas].
p.s. I realize that this is my second post about pets and that may make me a weird, pet lovin’, bad smellin’ fool but i promise it doesn’t.
[title from jasey rae by all time low]