Let me tell you what.
Being a turtle mommy, for me at least, has been like winning free tickets to the “learning curve rollercoaster” – that really fast, scary one I never wanted to ride in the first place.
If you’ve been following Malti’s adventures here and on social media, you probably remember that she recently went missing for 6 days.
Those were pretty much the 6 longest days of our life together to date.
In our personal network, no one seemed surprised that I would ditch work, socializing and pretty much everything else for 6 consecutive days to search for my baby turtle.
(This, of course, is because our flock has the coolest network ever.)
But outside our network, and sometimes outside (literally) as I was searching, I would get “those looks.”
Like, “Why are you on your belly on the ground looking under my car with a flashlight?”
Well, um, “My baby turtle is lost and I’m searching for her.”
Oooohkaaaay. “Your baby – what?”
“Well, uh, good luck with that….”
More recently, this same issue cropped up with Bruce, the 3-toed box turtle who was rescued to me twice while Malti was missing. Continue reading