When it’s cold, we Turtles burrow in.

If a warm spell strikes, we reamerge to bask in the unseasonable heat.

Nothing, not even blood worms, tastes as good as Vitamin-D feels.

–Princess Maple Ann


Snapping Turtle

No, you may not sniff me, Cosmo.

Not now. Not ever.

I’m a Snapping Turtle, honest. Keep your distance.

–Princess Maple Ann Turtle


I got lost–real lost. The ground below me was hard and hot and impossible to dig.

I’d almost given up when a Human saw me in the middle of what he called the “street” and placed me in a bucket.

I didn’t exactly love the bucket, but I guess it’s better than what Human Daddy says would have happened to me if I’d remained in the “street.”

Things looked up a bit when the Humans set up what Human Mommy calls my “temporary luxury suite.”

I mean, it’s okay–not exactly “luxury,” but maybe 3 stars out of 5. 

The Humans have promised me an outdoor Turtle enclosure. This sounds much preferable to my 3-star suite.

In the meantime, I’ll be burrowing myself in my new substrate. (Good call on the substrate, Humans.)

I can’t wait to move to my outdoor Turtledom.

Chop, chop Humans!

–Princess Box Turtle (who thus far lacks a name and is not pleased about this)