Hubby found this sweet little painted turtle in the creek this morning, on a woods walk with Crockett. The girls immediately dubbed him Tiny Tim, from a song they sing to the baby whenever he's crying: I found a little turtle, his name was Tiny Tim, I put him in the bathtub, to see if he could swim...While we were frantically googling to find his Latin name, what he eats, etc... Crockett was promptly trying to eat him. He grabbed Tiny Tim no less than three times and plopped him into his mouth. Fully into his mouth. The three of us girls were screaming, mind you, which caused Crockett to panic and start howling himself. Hubby found it all rather amusing, as did Toddzilla. They had the nerve to laugh at our squeamishness!
The big three had a great time gathering leaves, sticks, and materials to make a wading pool for the little guy. We're going to observe him for a few days before putting him back in the creek. Don't worry, he's well out of Crockett's reach.
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