It was a quiet Fourth of July at our house. Overnight rain and the promise of more to come made a convenient excuse to really make it a holiday and laze around the house. Sometimes a body needs that.
Late morning found me standing in Wayne's computer room seeking help for a computer issue I was having, and as I stood waiting for him to investigate the problem, I was watching out the window as the world went by our front yard.
Look, I said. There's a big turtle crossing our yard. He was motoring right along...well, as much as a turtle can motor. They're not exactly the paragon of speed but true to his species' reputation, he was steady in his progress. He must have come up from the woods that are behind our house; there's plenty of marshy land back there on the other side of the fairway.
Do you think he knows where he's going? I asked. He certainly seemed purposeful in his movements, never slowing or veering from his course, but I kept thinking that since he was headed towards the more densely populated part of the neighborhood, he was going to have to walk along ways before he came to a more turtle-friendly habitat. Sure, my other half replied. By now he'd joined me at the window to watch the turtle on his journey. They have little turtle GPS's in their shells to help them find their way, he added. Such a comedian. But his GPS isn't going to help when he's flat after being run over by a car, he finished as the turtle disappeared over the curb and into the street.
Just then a black car came zooming up from the end of the cul-de-sac. It was obvious the turtle wasn't in much danger since he'd just entered the street and the black car was essentially cruising up the middle of it so we weren't too concerned.
Suddenly the car slammed on the brakes and came to a dead stop a few car lengths past the turtle. Nice, I thought; somebody else is appreciating the turtle's steady trudge to who-knows-where. A few seconds passed, then the door opened and out stepped the driver, a neatly-dressed man in his 30's, I'd guess. Nicer still, I surmised as he walked toward the turtle; he's going to put it back on the lawn so it will be out of danger.
He picked it up...turned it this way and that looking at it...and got back in his car with it. A turtle-napping right before our very eyes! Call the papers...it's The Case of the Vanishing Turtle.
Let me just say there is no reason good enough for anyone to put a turtle in the passenger compartment of my car so I'm having trouble figuring out his motivation in the first place. I wouldn't be driving and wondering where the turtle was or what he was doing. Talk about distracted driving. And it's not like turtles are a rare commodity in our neighborhood. There are a half dozen lakes that are regularly lined with turtles big and small; he could have his choice. Apparently he liked this one.
Being the optimist that I am, I'm hoping the turtle's trip was just a bullet-train to some fabulous pond and saved him a few thousand steps. And if not and he's being held captive by his kidnapper, then his GPS isn't going to do much good. He'll need his shell-phone instead. All together now....groan!