My pet's name is Wallace. He's a turtle...which made me kind of nervous at first, because my first turtle killed himself and I was a little traumatized by his sudden death. Just came home from school one day, went to feed him some turtle food, and...found him...wedged between a rock and the wall of his tank. His head was hanging into the water, and I tried to get him to move, you know, denial and all over what had obviously happened while I was off at school. He didn't move, but I thought, maybe he's just sleeping, yeah, I'll just pick him up and give him a little shake...
As it turned out, dead turtles are surprisingly floppy. His little limp legs swung side to side and I screamed and dropped the little guy and my mom put him in a Payless shoe box and drove him to the landfill...
So naturally, I was a bit wary of having a turtle as a pet ever again, but I'm pleased to say it's been going quite well, and Wallace seems pretty happy, don't you think? I mean, this is not the face of a reptile that's going to off himself the minute I turn my back.
As it turned out, dead turtles are surprisingly floppy. His little limp legs swung side to side and I screamed and dropped the little guy and my mom put him in a Payless shoe box and drove him to the landfill...
So naturally, I was a bit wary of having a turtle as a pet ever again, but I'm pleased to say it's been going quite well, and Wallace seems pretty happy, don't you think? I mean, this is not the face of a reptile that's going to off himself the minute I turn my back.