So I have a bunch of telcons today at work which meant I ducked out around 0820 to grab food for lunch. As I’m driving by an area that’s being developed, as in “all of the lovely second-growth forest cut down and the trees burned in big piles before the ground is totally leveled and a big-box store is built on it” I see three guys standing around looking at a small lump on the bit of road they’ve built. It’s a turtle.
Eastern box turtles, as people who have read my EBT posts before know, live their entire lives within about 600 feet of where they hatch. If you move them away from there and do not prevent them from trying to go home, they will try, and they will most likely die. And if you destroy that little patch of second-growth forest, well, they die. Slowly and painfully, since they have no idea where to find food and water and places to hide.
You know where this is going, right? I mean, what else was I supposed to do? Of course I pulled over and grabbed a box out of my car and smiled cheerfully at the nice gentlemen staring at the turtle and said “Let me just grab him real quick.” And then before they could recover from their confusion over a cane-wielding redheaded lady in a long skirt stealing their turtle, I hopped back in my car with him and drove away.
He’s very pretty, his front legs and head are marked with a vivid salmon-pink and he has bright, bright red eyes. Currently he’s hanging out in an Amazon box under my desk with some leafy greens from my salad. Sigh.