The
boyfriend and I went kayaking down the San Marcos River the other day when he
spotted this wittle baby turtle. Me being the zealous person that I am scooped
the turtle up and put it in the raft with me. He was just too tiny to be all alone. As
we skimmed through the water together, I conversed with the little guy through the dialect
of baby talk. I asked how he/she felt about me becoming his new mommy and
contemplated which one of the ninja turtles I wanted to name him- probably
Michael Angelo. After we docked I scooped the little guy up in a Sperry and
took him to the outdoor recreation center for a second opinion on my mommy
hood. After talking to as student employee, he suggested I return my baby
turtle to its original habitat. He said from experience that his
turtle only lived a month in captivity. The odds of prolonged
life outside of captivity and lack of knowledge and experience with turtles
deterred me from adopting my amphibian friend. After much debate I said a
little prayer and sent the little guy on his way close to where I found him.
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