My new pet
I have a new pet. His name is Edgar.
It all starts like this. Last weekend, some friends and I went to the international festival downtown. While there, we happened upon a booth selling little bitty turtles for $10, complete with a little plastic box to take him home in. I pointed at the adorable turtles and told my girlfriend that if I had an adorable little turtle, I'd name him Edgar. However, the international festival is not the place to acquire a new pet, so went along our merry way and left the turtles behind, not really giving it much of a second thought.
Saturday was our school picnic. It was also my dad's birthday. The picnic consists primarily of a crawfish boil, and being of the mindset that I would prefer not to be the one to remove my sustenance from it's carcass, I generally avoid such events unless it can at all be helped. Fortunately, I had an easy out, to spend the day with my parents for my dad's birthday. As it happened, I still stopped by the picnic toward the end of the day, once the majority of crawfish carcasses had been disposed of, to say hi and how-are-ya to my girlfriend and some other people from school.
Upon my arrival, I was told I had a surprise waiting for me. I was directed to a box, where I saw nothing but a damp pile of grass.
I was a wee bit confused, until I heard someone say, "Man! He must've gotten out again!" I looked about 15 feet past the box and saw the most adorable little turtle, scootling about as fast as a turtle can scootle, away from the crowd across the wet ground.
Apparently Edgar had been trapped in one of the many sacks of crawfish that were purchased for the picnic. When that sack was opened, out came Edgar. Quite a fluke, considering many experienced crawfish boilers had never seen such a thing. They rescued him, put him in a box, and (somewhat) vigilantly babysat him until I got there.
It must've been fate.
Edgar and I belong together.
It all starts like this. Last weekend, some friends and I went to the international festival downtown. While there, we happened upon a booth selling little bitty turtles for $10, complete with a little plastic box to take him home in. I pointed at the adorable turtles and told my girlfriend that if I had an adorable little turtle, I'd name him Edgar. However, the international festival is not the place to acquire a new pet, so went along our merry way and left the turtles behind, not really giving it much of a second thought.
Saturday was our school picnic. It was also my dad's birthday. The picnic consists primarily of a crawfish boil, and being of the mindset that I would prefer not to be the one to remove my sustenance from it's carcass, I generally avoid such events unless it can at all be helped. Fortunately, I had an easy out, to spend the day with my parents for my dad's birthday. As it happened, I still stopped by the picnic toward the end of the day, once the majority of crawfish carcasses had been disposed of, to say hi and how-are-ya to my girlfriend and some other people from school.
Upon my arrival, I was told I had a surprise waiting for me. I was directed to a box, where I saw nothing but a damp pile of grass.
I was a wee bit confused, until I heard someone say, "Man! He must've gotten out again!" I looked about 15 feet past the box and saw the most adorable little turtle, scootling about as fast as a turtle can scootle, away from the crowd across the wet ground.
Apparently Edgar had been trapped in one of the many sacks of crawfish that were purchased for the picnic. When that sack was opened, out came Edgar. Quite a fluke, considering many experienced crawfish boilers had never seen such a thing. They rescued him, put him in a box, and (somewhat) vigilantly babysat him until I got there.
It must've been fate.
Edgar and I belong together.
posted by Flipside at 3:44 PM
1 Comments:
Edgar is a red-eared slider, roughly 2 inches in diameter, and is apparently suffering from some major depression. I had immediatedly taken him to Petco in a styrofoam cup (that he kept trying to escape from). Once there, the awesome Petco people helped me set up a turtle-y utopia, but all he does is hide under his wood bark and doesn't eat.
I hope he adjusts soon... I would think anything would be better than being trapped in a sack of live crawfish for several days!
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