| I often find it difficult to convey my intentions to snapping turtles. I happened upon this guy, who I'll call "Gene" on my bike ride yesterday. I like the "same shit, different day" expression on his face. Gene was apparently on his way somewhere when I found him in the road. But where? I was curious- but not so curious as to spend the next twelve hours following him to find out. I tried to help him along, first by speaking soothingly to him while making "move along" gestures with my arms, then, by prodding him (mostly) gently with a stick, which he attacked. Good luck, Gene. |
