As I was turning onto our street on Friday evening, I noticed something sitting in the middle of the road. I originally thought was a rock, but as I drove around it I noticed that it was a turtle. Selina was outside talking to some of the neighbors when I pulled into the garage and said I was going to walk down the block to save a turtle from being smashed. She gave me a strange look...I mean, not that I blame her; our neighborhood isn't exactly known for its turtle population.

I walked to the corner, picked him up and returned to the house. The neighbors (and the dogs of said neighbors) were all interested in the little fellow, but being the shy creature that he is, he wanted nothing to do with anyone. I sat him in the grass and we started taking pictures while the dogs licked and barked at him.



One of the kids from across the street said that he brought the turtle home a few days ago after finding him trying to cross Hwy 290 and that it had been living in his back yard since then. He wasn't all too concerned that the turtle was roaming the streets, so I told him that I was going to take him to the creek that runs through our neighborhood park. Selina said I should take him to Lake Pflugerville, but I was too lazy to drive that far. So off into the creek he went.

Fare thee well, little turtle.