i walk along the bayou on an almost daily basis and each time i go, i see turtles. usually they are mere panicked splashes in the murky water as i approach, but on several occasions i have had them cross my path: big and little; with tail and without; plain and patterned; skittish or resigned.
this morning's turtle was a big'un, sitting there in the grass, looking up at me in a decidedly pissed off manner:
i squatted for a while and looked it in the eye (i ain't gonna take no shit from no turtle!) and eventually decided to see what the hell was up - i.e. why was it just sitting there and looking at me instead of a. shutting itself up in its handy carrying case or b. fucking off.
i told mr. monkey all about my adventure just now:
moi: i saw the turtle today. i think it was laying eggs.
mr. monkey: how do you know?
moi: i lifted it up and it had its butt in a slimy hole.
mr. m: well, there you go. you just witnessed the miracle of birth!
i sure have. and it was just as heavy on mucus as i expected it to be.