This weekend we are pet sitting. For a turtle.
Kaitlyn was so excited to come home from school today and see her little house guest. She had collected some big blades of grass while at school and stuffed them into her backpack to give to him. I don’t know if the turtle is supposed to eat grass, but he did nibble on some. Kaitlyn wanted to give him his dinner, but I convinced her to wait and let him eat when we eat. Although his food smells like rotten fish and looks like bugs, so I don’t know that I want that container open around my food! (he’s in the kitchen)
Oh, the turtle’s name? Scape. As in es-cape. Because he had a tendency to try. I hope that’s a phenomenon that’s past.