I was headed to the bike shop on Tuesday for a club group ride when I passed by this cute little fella.
He was about a foot out into the road trying to bite the tires of the cars that raced by. Usually when I pass by a turtle it's too late. It looked like I might be able to save this one so, I quickly turned around. I pulled my truck over the side of the narrow road and put on my flashers. I popped out of the truck and surveyed the situation. He was bigger than I thought. I could tell right away that it was an
I carefully grabbed the edges of his shell and lifted him up off the road. He popped his head out of his shell like a jack in the box and tried to take my hand off, so I promptly dropped him the short distance to the grass. I picked him up again and he tried to bite me again with the same result. On my third attempt I was able to put him in the back of my truck. I headed toward the bike shop again. My route took me by a small creek. I stopped and carefully removed my passenger from the bed of my truck and placed him near the creek.
Have a good life Mr. Turtle!
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