by goatlove

I saw the cutest, babiest thing on my walk down the Shipyard Road today: a tiny painted turtle. I nearly crunched it with my sneaker, but luckily I was looking at my feet trying to keep the rain off my glasses (I really don’t like that). There it was, this shiny round shell sneaking across the blacktop.

I don’t usually pick up amphibians – human hands dry out their skin, which they use to breath and need it to be wet in order for that process to work – but turtles aren’t amphibians. They’re reptiles. So I scooped this little guy right up.

The turtle fit right in the scoop of my palm, as tiny as a large quarter. If a stranger had been passing by, I would have made them come over and coo at it.