I wrote a while ago about our dear turtle, Scooter getting lost. While we had not given up hope of finding Scooter, we were getting a bit discouraged and worried. I spent a lot of time looking out the windows of our house, wondering where in the world he could be. Yes, I know turtles are sturdy animals that are meant to live outside but , our turtle? He led a pampered life. He made his home in a comfy cage in our house that is equipped with warming lights and dined on meal worms, fruits and vegetables delivered on a regular schedule. Thoughts of how he was surviving (or not) in the wilds pretty much consumed me.
Yesterday, after being gone for fifty one days, our small friend returned home. My husband spotted him on our back patio late in the day, with a look on his face that seemed to ask, “Where ya BEEN?” Scooter was filthy and a little dazed at first, but he was home. Oh, how we celebrated! We hugged and high-fived each other. My sweet son had tears in his eyes. And the turtle? Well, is it just me or does it look like he’s kind of glaring at us?
His cage was ready and waiting- we had not changed a thing since the day he walked away. But first, a bath was in order.
The boy held him while I straightened up his cage and filled his water bowl.
Scooter nearly dove head first into his water and then took the longest turtle drink I have ever seen. Then, he was ready for some real food. Fifty one days is a long time to go between meals.
Before the boy went to bed last night, the three of us sat on the floor in front of Scooter’s cage, like the turtle-obsessed freaks that we are and said things like, “We’re glad you’re back, Scooter.” and “We missed you, Scooter.” and, from my not-so-sentimental husband, “I think you missed us as much as we missed you.” (SO out of character for the husband!) We fretted too: “Did he have that small crack on his shell before?” “Did his neck always look like that?” It’s hard to tell what Scooter was thinking, but I’m pretty sure he felt glad to be back. At least he had stopped glaring at us.
Since Scooter walked away, things have not been quite right here at our house. It seems like we just kept having bad luck and a sort of unsettled feeling was hovering over us. But, today, the turtle is back and all seems right with the world. I’m taking this as a small sign that things will get better. Well, unless they don’t.
“It’s like he is a pioneer, Mom, and he just got home from an adventure!”