I use to walk my turtle out in the front yard everyday for an hour or so. I've always felt bad defining animals to one space and one space alone, so letting the little guy experience nature for sixty minutes a day seemed fair enough. He'd stretch his legs and make mad dashes to the nearest bush where he'd bury himself in the dirt and reside for the
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I had this other one, a box turtle. He stayed in my backyard because it was fenced in. One day though, he escaped and I thought that was the end of Murtle, but then the neighbors brought him over and said he was clawing at their front door.
This was pointless, but I love turtles!! I hate getting older.
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ehh fuck getting older
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yeah, in 4th grade, I was in the smart spellers group, there were 5 of us, we each picked out a word from the dictionary that was insanely difficult/long and when test time came around she would have our little group spell the words each one of us picked out, and told the other kids to fuck off and stay quite while we did the extra words on our test... crazy how you remember shit like that.
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well, i'm sure the cat's happy.
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