Upon returning home one day and checking my mail, I was greeted by a snapping turtle. Either the mail carrier couldn’t get him in my mailbox or he was displaced by the mowing of the roadside ditches that had occurred that day.Hmmm. It was hot and his mud-covered shell was drying out. What to do? We looked each other over and thought about our options. So, I called to my son, that has only a few weeks before he begins his career as a middle school science teacher. Verrry quietly and quite stealthily, he sneaked up behind Mr. Snapper.Imagine the surprise!Hey, it’s better than getting ran over by the cars and trucks that fly past our house! “But wait!” I said! What does his belly look like?
Okay. Science lesson satisfied. Off to the ditch for you.
I guess, he’s happy. I didn’t notice his expression changing one time throughout this encounter.
Hope your mail brings more than bills!