One day a few weeks ago, I was on my way to Durham when I came across a turtle in the road. I usually don’t stop for turtles because it’s dangerous, but there was very little traffic at the time so I stopped.
She was a slider turtle, at least that’s what I call them. They’re the ones I see sitting on a log in streams and lakes and just about the minute I see them and start to say to myself, “hey, a turtle!” They slide right off the log, right into the water before I even get to the second syllable.
This one was covered in mud and seemed to be just sunning herself. I explained to her how dangerous it is to be in the road. And if she absolutely must cross the road do it as quickly as possible in order to enjoy a long life.