Today, the hubby & I were driving back from a fairly nice (though so early it was rough) morning together for a baby appointment. We had lunch together, and just enjoyed each other’s company. As we neared home, things were good… when suddenly… “Was that a turtle?” He noticed a turtle making its small, slow way across the middle of the road. We looked with panic at one another, since we were on a busy road, and I declared, “Turn it around, baby, we have to save that turtle. Someone will hit it!” A few more moments of horror followed as we saw many trucks and cars speed our way (what were they thinking, driving the speed limit while a tiny turtle was on the road?!) and Troy even said, “Close your eyes… I don’t know if it’s even alive!”
Thankfully, we saw mister/miss turtle alive and well, but it gave us a good scare. Before we pulled over to the side of the road, we saw about four vehicles drive by–and the turtle was RIGHT between their tires. One vehicle swerving off a bit, and it would’ve been a goner.
Hubby put on our emergency lights. I waited in stunned anticipation–hoping we weren’t took late! I watched as he picked up the turtle, put it safely into a gulley on the other side of the road, and jumped back in our car. “And stay there, turtle!” Apparently the turtle hissed as he was lifted out of danger and into a soft bed of grass.
I’m thankful. We had an adventure, and saved a little life. What could be better?