This is Boris, a russian tortoise that we've been taking care of this week for some friends who are on vacation. Boris is slowly growing on me, and quickly growing on Sumanth, who woke up at 6:15 today to have Boris playtime. (I was wondering why our wood floors were so sandy until Sumanth said, 'I think it's a good idea to let Boris excercise in the morning; he is so much more relaxed today.') His snacks have attracted a brood of fruit flies which are taking some time to get used to (as in I've spent much time researching fruit fly traps and cleaning everything we own with hot water and bleach), but all in all, his addition to the apartment has been pretty seamless.
All week, I've been seeing signs for a big moving sale right down our street. I don't usually pay attention to this kind of thing, but for some reason, I had a good feeling about this one. The address was so close to us that I pictured a perfect Saturday morning where, after pulling a coffee cake out of the oven, I would skip down the street and come back with a new nightstand and antique lamp and maybe a basket to keep my socks in, all for about $9 or so...Well, the coffee cake part came true, but when I got to the moving sale, I realized that it wasn't outside, but in this guy's apartment, on the third floor of a building, and I'd have to call him to get let in. I debated calling for a few minutes, but thought that the chances of me skipping away with a perfect nightstand in hand might not be worth the strangeness of browsing through someone's apartment. Alas.
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one of the main teachings of cesar (dog whisperer) is that animals need plenty of exercise early on - so that they don't feel the need to let all that energy out in destructive ways. we've learned this with dobby (and can ALWAYS tell the days he didn't get a walk by following his mess), and it seems it holds true in the reptile world as well. boris seems very happy on his cheerful floor covering.
I like your turtle. Reminds me of growing up in Florida. One time we caught/found (when your like 8 years old, you probably don't really catch turtles) a turtle and made an elaborate maze house for it in the dirt. No turtles in the PNW.
Too bad about your garage sale...I would not go up in a strange appartment for a sale either, but many times the garage sales that look the least promising on the surface are actually the best.
I went into a girl's apartment for her moving sale once. I'd actually seen her nightstand on craigslist, so I knew I was going into somebody's house - I just didn't realize that her mom would ask me if there's anything else in the house I'd be interested in. I actually did find a couple other cute things. But I think the fact that it was a college girl and her mom made it much less creepy than just some guy.
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