Turtle-Sitting

That's right, I'm turtle-sitting. A good friend of mine, Sara, is on vacation with her entire family this week, so I am taking care of her two turtles while they are away. I just don't get turtles, to be honest. You can't interact with them or take them places. You can't really even hold them. You just watch them remain pretty stationary in their tank. And they're kind of goofy, bumping into stuff and each other... the little one even bites and pushes off the fake rock thingy... ok, maybe they're slightly entertaining.

Sara is in vet school in the Caribbean and, ironically, her family chose a cruise to the Caribbean for their vacation. I offered to watch her dog, Baily, but he doesn't always get along with others so she chose to board him and stuck me with the turtles. Every day I go over to her house and feed them food that closely resembles Fiber One cereal (hmm, go figure) and make sure that the timer for their heat lamp is working. It's been four days and so far I've only actually seen one of them eat. Each day when I get there the food is gone so they must be eating it, but it worries me a bit that maybe one of them is stealing all the food. I guess if Sara's not worried, I shouldn't be, but... 

She put everything I needed on the table with detailed notes: the can of turtle food, a can of turtle treats that they can only get every other day or so, a bag of crushed up turtle food to put in the automatic feeder when it starts running low - she even went so far as to take a plastic shot glass and draw a line with marker so I could measure exactly how much food to give them.

I told Matt about how neatly everything had been laid out and labeled and how I found it funny. He apparently thought  it was funny that I found it funny because he said, "oh please, like you wouldn't do that if she were watching Brodie?!" ...Guilty.