This morning I went to take my trash can out to the curb, and sitting
there behind it was that same baby turtle. Thinking that being in the
middle of a spacious concrete patio is no place for a baby turtle, I
took him and placed him under some shady railroad ties in the backyard,
some 30 feet away.
Just now, as I put the trashcan back, I saw
him again, back in the same place! Why is a baby turtle so interested
in a patio that's bereft of organic life? I figured if he crawled all
that way back, he must really like it there, so I didn't move him again.
Some critters. Sheesh.
Finished writing a little story-ish
kind of thing. A sort of horror-comedy satire on the care and keeping
of pet zombies. It was just a funny idea I had and I went with it. I
was pretty happy with it and it made me laugh, though I suspect it might
be a touch on the disturbing side. Ah well.
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