December 4, 2009
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Turtle stories
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People think turtles are slow.
Because that is what they want you to think.
They are speedy when they want to be.
Speedy and slick.
We (Junior, Aninha, and I) have three sizes: small, medium, and large.
Aninha is scared of them. She has a little gasp scream that she lets out.
That means I need to come and get the turtle.
Because otherwise she does things.
Things like flip him over with the broom and push him like a shuffle board across the floor and out the door.
I was sitting out back and saw the turtle, feet wiggling in the air, slide past me.
I told Aninha that was inhuman.
She said then keep the turtles out of her house.
But they are sneaky. We keep the back door open to let in the beautiful breeze.I got up from a nap and groggily went into the bathroom.
I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and saw a turtle staring back.
They like sneaking through the house and into the bathroom.
They always end up in the bathroom. Perverted little buggers.
The small one disappears for long periods of time.
The medium one doesn’t have much of a personality.
The big one doesn’t like me.
When I save him from Aninha’s wrath I pick him up and put him outside. I think he has a god-complex.
He just assumes he can fly. His legs push through the air as I carry him out.
I place him down and he tucks his head in and out and makes a “phsssssss” sound, which I am sure is saying “why is this mere mortal placing me here. I ordered a martini.”
He also eats the cherry tomatoes. But he only takes one bite of each. He never finishes them.
He is trying to get revenge, because he knows I like cherry tomatoes.
He also makes escape plans.
He hides in the bushes until I open the door to take out the trash.
Then the neighbor kids come running to me “Your turtle’s loose!” and I get him and he makes his “phssssssss” sound again.
Yep.
Turtle turtle.
