Saturday, January 5, 2008
I walked into my room last Wednesday and my turtle, Laissez-Faire capitalism, had escaped from his tank.
(He's the big one)
I have no idea how he did it, perhaps a skilled somersault over the edge of the tank. Maybe it was a cooperative effort between him and my other turtle, Hitler. Needless to say, I was thrown into a panic. Perhaps Hitler might have finally taken revenge after the turkey - flipper - biting incident, or Laissez-Faire had finally decided that enough was enough - committing turtle suicide.
WELL. It turns out that shells are AMAZING. I found him under Natalie's desk behind an American Eagle Outfitters bag. He was hissing at me and his shell looked a little dry but I think he's recovered by now.