As part of our renovations here at the Hatrack, we stumbled across several turtles, one of which ended up as a gift to Joey. He was quite thrilled with this, and went to go “check on it” to make sure it still had water, see if it was eating, etc. about every two minutes for the rest of the evening.
When we finally headed home, we got about twenty minutes down the road when we got a phone call and several panicked text messages saying “THE TURTLE IS GONE! PLEASE COME BACK OVER HERE!” Now, we saw the cage in which the turtle is being kept–in fact, we cleaned it ourselves at the car wash–and are quite prepared to say that there’s no way the turtle could have gotten out. After calming him a bit over the phone, we told him to go check under the wood chips in the bottom of the cage. “I did,” he cried, “and it isn’t there!” Go check again, child, and look thoroughly. “But I did! Please come back here!” Okay, we said, and turned around.
Just as we were about to get back on the highway, we called back, and he had found the turtle, hiding under the wood chips as described. Crisis averted, we got back on the road for home, with only about five minutes lost. Apparently, though, when he first thought he’d lost his turtle, Joey ran into his mother’s room screaming “I NEED MY DAD, I NEED MY DAD!” We think that’s the first time he’s done that.
In any event, by means of its brief adventure, the turtle gave itself a name. We’d like to introduce Heidi (or perhaps Hidey; the spelling wasn’t defined):