Why Did the Turtle Cross The Road?

Thanks to Katybeth, who keeps a running calendar of the odd and the  obscure, I learned that today is World Turtle Day.

Luckily, I have two turtle photos to mark the occasion.  I’d been wondering what the heck I was going to do with them, then…  along came Turtle Day.

A few days ago, BroJoe sent this one:

These critters fascinate me.  The zigzag eyes are interesting, but look at those nostrils.  They look like they were created by a couple of errant BB shots.

The bee on the shell is going to come away with an aching stinger.  Not even Viagra … !  Four hours just wouldn’t be enough.

BroJoe takes his pictures with a small Point&Shoot camera.  I’m imagining the position he had to be in to take this one.

On the other hand, our neighbor at the beach house-not-on-the-beach took this  picture of an intruder in our front yard there… this prehistoric-looking, snapping turtle.

Definitely not Pogo’s  Churchy LaFemme,  Bug’s Bunny turtle friend, Cecil, and certainly not  Yertle of Dr. Seuss fame.   Nope, I’m thinking this hombre could be Darth Ninja.


Doesn’t it give you the shivers?  Look at that rat-ish looking tail!  He looks about dinner plate size… but no thanks.  I’m on a turtle-free diet.

Brilliant neighbor was very wise not to take the picture from BroJoe position.

Note to Neighbor:

Here’s a video on how to help a snapping turtle cross the road.  Feel free to practice on the one in our yard.  Practice several times, preferably  to the county line. 

Oh, I almost forgot…

Why did the turtle cross the road?

To get to the Shell station.