After a long crappy overwhelming week, last night we made our Xav's dreams come true. The little guy has been begging for almost a year to get a turtle. I don't know where this little thought bubble has come from, but he has been very stuck on it. After a weeks worth of scouring the internet and phone calls, I found a solution. Two russian tortoises. $90. We just had to drive to go get them. (But what's two hours round trip, when you get to fulfill his hopes and dreams??) It was definitely worth the drive. All I heard yesterday from the time I walked him to school until the minute we got to her house (at 5pm last night, after school) was "When are we getting the turtle??" Let me correct that... it's all I've heard ALL DAY, EVERY day for about 10 straight days now. Along with a hundred other questions about what to feed it, if the shell grows or not, do they bite, blah blah blah. Most of these questions I've had to look up, or ask around about. I have no idea about turtles. I'm hoping they're low maintenance, live a long time, and Xav-proof. We got to her house, where - between her and her grown sons - they have 5 other ones. Had to find these two a new home because they don't play well as a group. Xav is floating a foot off the ground. We brought them home where we cleared out the large wood nerf-gun box and dumped some top soil in and made them a home. Complete with romaine lettuce and a heat lamp. The little one is the boy. He named him Agent T. The T is for Turtle (of course it is). And we texted Twin on ideas for her name. "Princess" was the solution. "It's a popular name in your house. So you can stop emaciating my nephews and say 'I was talking about the damn turtles' so you can stop crying about it!' " Lol.
Our Russian tortoises