Turtle

This past Sunday Pat and I brought the ladies, Anna Anise and Cherbourg Chervil, to the Chicago Turtle Club Meeting.  It was quite fun with a great group of people... not only that, but Cherbourg met a frisky young fella named Tuffy.  She wasn't having it and his advances were not returned in kind.  She just continued on her way, annoyed that he kept trying to climb on top of her.

This is a humorous story about an eastern box turtle wandering into a small crop of marijuana.  Pretty humorous, right?  Evidently she much have some street cred, like Cherbourg.

Are we not men?

WE ARE DEVO!

Wait, this is another topic.

1) Our wedding, like Tela Tequila, is a sign of the apocolyse

2) We spent a lot less money and I think people had a LOT more fun

3) Jeeze, this was never meant to be serious EXCEPT the turtle is loving her fruits and worms and the cats cannot get enough of their treats!

This past Saturday morning we had a runaway bride when Cherbourg somehow escaped both her enclosure and our backyard!  Thanks to Pat's neighborhood posters she was found in a neighbor's yard.  She must have the wedding jitters.  Let me tell you, I was a nervous nelly while she was missing.  Perhaps she really can fly?  Pat think so and our neighbors have no idea how she traversed the yards

Here is an exciting article from the New York Times about a reptile survey on Long Island, NY.