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Originally posted by Not Bob
Apropos of that (and this is, unlike much of my oeuvre, an Absolutely True Story), I stopped the Not Bobmobile on the morning commute to move a turtle out of the road. Rather than pulling its cute little head inside its shell, the turtle hissed and tried to snap my fingers off when I bent down to pick it up, scaring the bejezus out of me, and making the lady in the minivan who stopped behind me laugh.
I screwed my courage up to the sticking point, though, picked up the ungrateful little bastard, and got it out of harm's way.
I think that if there was going to be a race, this turtle would so kick the rabbit's ass at the starting line that it would win by default. And that I should get some serious karmic brownie points for not letting it become roadkill after it tried to eat my hands.
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I can't remember if I told this story, but I saw a turtle on the road near my house, and got the baby in car specifically to go look at it (it wasn't THAT near my house that we could walk -- but in my neck of the woods, 5 miles is "near"). So anyway, we get in the car to go look at the turtle up-close-and-personal, and it was all squished in the road. Gross. I just pretended he had "walked away".
