Looking for heirs
When hubby and I were much, much younger we decided we needed pets. But not just any pets, different pets, cool pets, pets that didn’t need much work. Then we went to a flea market in another province and came home with 2 loonie-sized red-eared sliders. Well, more precisely we started out with two, turned back two blocks away as one died, then left again with two.
Did we have an aquarium? Yes.
Did we have a heat lamp? No.
Did we have a water heater? Basking spot? Any idea what we were getting ourselves in to? No.
Did we have turtle food? No.
(On a related note, DO NOT feed your turtle bread. You will wake up the next morning to only one turtle)
20 years later – here’s Liette today:
The turtle that managed to survive.
Now I’m not saying that turtles are high maintenance the way say, dogs are:
They will find countless opportunities to freak you out by flinging themselves out of their aquarium and then getting completely dehydrated in your oh-so-messy apartment, terrifying you with the thought of killing it by stepping on it.
They will freak out your house guests by staring at them in the john (she’s lived in our 2nd bathroom for many years now).
They will nip at your fingers and hiss if you try to trim their damn nails so they can walk up to their basking platform.
They will, contrary to what the experts say, destroy the habitat you’ve lovingly landscaped for them by biting all the plants off at the base of the stem and not eating a damn one of them.
And here’s the most annoying bit – they’ll live for 50 to 70 years!
(They may also cause you to write in horrific, run-on sentences =))
For comedic relief allow your turtle to run across your hardwood floor in front of your dog. Watch said dog try to puzzle out what the heck just happened. Feel free to place wagers on an imagined cage match. My money’s on the turtle:
Want to be talked in to getting a turtle? Want to talk your kid out of a turtle? Want to inherit a turtle when hubby and I kick off? Talk to me.