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After taking care of the grumpy old man, we realized he was not a girl and the " reptile guy" from another store was completely wrong. Also, he had switched out his important UVB lights, incorrectly assuming that the temperature was the reason Walter wasn't eating. Yup, we named him Walter. Walter Matthau. The Grumpy Old Man.

He fucking hates me. Hides when I say hello, struggles whenever I pick him up, and doesn't trust the food I give him. Meanwhile, he loves my wife and literally eats from her hand and loves her snuggles. A flipping turtle that snuggles. With my wife and only my wife.

But yeah, I figured y'all deserved a tortoise update.