Some poor little turtle has gotten lost on it's way to out little pond not once but twice and ended up very confused with only stairs to fall down. The first day I got over my girly scared factor and picked it up to put it back on some grass. (Trying to set a good example and all.) Little dude not only pees on me but poops on me!!! I admit to a few squeals but I got him down into the grass and he finally ran away. Jim says, "Oh you didn't know they did that? They do it all the time!" Humph nobody told me that!
So two days later he's back and stuck again. I know now to pick him up right in the middle but this time instead of going back in his shell he starts kicking and clawing trying to scratch and bite me!! The boys had a good time though playing with him till he figured out he could get away and we wouldn't stop him.
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