So. I have a snapping turtle in my living room. He is the size of a dinner plate.
And they can be aggressive.
Not mean. But aggressive.
Couple that with too much bitchin’ by Roy and I am a bit frazzled.
Yes. I am a klutz. But I am able to do things quite well… sometimes… okay, maybe about 1% of the time.
Roy was worried that I was going to upset Ruffles. And All I was Doing Was getting a piece of Fish out of a CRACK!! with long forceps… really long ones. But with all the bitchin’ I wasn’t payin’ all that much attention to Ruffles… and WHAM!
Roy yelled louder!
And Ruffles bit my finger!
I am not sure why I cried.
Could be becuz my pet turtle bit me?
Could be becuz my beloved husband yelled at me?
And it could be the whole incident occurred becuz I may have had a wee bit too much tequila.
I now stand back from the tank about 2 feet and toss the food in… if it goes in a crack, too damn bad!