Thursday, March 29, 2012

Poor Bob!

At the beginning of the year, we were given a new pet from our dear friends, the Kinnett family. It's a Box Turtle named "Bob." After a few weeks and lots of cleaning out his tank with no help from the boys, I decided I was going to re-home him. I got permission from the Kinnett family to do this and I had every intention of finding a new home and then--he grew on me. Dammit! I'm such a sucker for this stuff.  I will tell you why he grew on me and you'll think I'm crazy. For starters, he greets me at the side of his tank every morning with a little chirp sound that means he's hungry. He eats a variety of greens, berries, melon, etc. I change his water dish every morning and add de-chlorinating drops and then I SWEAR he sticks one leg in the water first to check it's temperature before climbing in. It's adorable. He's adorable! So..a few weeks ago I noticed him looking out the window of his tank at our sunny kitchen window and clawing on the sides of his tank to say "let me out!" I started giving him special outside time on our safe screened-in porch where he can soak in the sunlight for an hour or two. And I created a bad habit because he expects this outing every day now. So, last week I let him out for his porch time and got busy with house chores forgetting he was out there. When I remembered to go get him, he wasn't there. I panicked! I looked all around the sides of the porch to see if there were any holes in the screen where he climbed out but I found nothing. THEN--I noticed the screen door propped open a little bit and remembered that our dog Bug was outside. (Remember--he's our Marley on Steroids.) I was freaking out! I found Bug in the yard empty-mouthed and put him inside. Then, I began my search for turtle-parts in the yard. The boys were going to be getting off the bus in 20 minutes and I was seriously panicked. Laine was ofcourse at my side and I was trying to make her go inside because I didn't want her to see a broken Bob but she would not leave me. Ugh! So..we circled the yard over and over until I finally heard that familiar chirp sound coming from the middle of the front yard. There he was, flipped over on his back and completely tucked in his shell. I grabbed him and put him back in his tank afraid of what he would look like when he finally popped out of his shell. I can tell you that it took 2 hours before he finally started to peak his way out and I was extremely relieved and surprised to find not even a scratch on his head or legs. Amazing! Bug is not one to give up on anything he is chewing so I have to assume that Bob either bit him or peed on him, something? Anyway, I am happy to report that Bob is healthy and well and living only in his tank these days. These Box Turtles are tough little creatures and they can live for up to 80 years. That's insane. I don't want to own any pet that long! But..seeing as he has managed to find his way into my heart, and survived Bug--he may just outlive me. ;)

1 comment:

  1. People actually leave turtles and tortoises in their wills because the darn things live so long!