I saved a huge turtle on the way home yesterday. He was in the middle of the road and I knew he didn't have a chance. So, I pulled in to a company drive, ran back, and was waiting for the cars to go by when it happened... Most of the cars knew what I was doing, I mean, the turtle was HUGE and you could see him in the middle of the road. So, the cars dodged him, because they couldn't exactly stop in the street. The last car though, he was too busy bumping his ghetto rap and looking me up and down to notice the damn turtle I was trying to save. Yep, he clipped the turtle. I hope it broke something underneath his car.
The turtle flipped and landed on it's back. I ran out and flipped him over - avoiding the little bit of blood on his side - and moved him into the grass. I stood there and examined him; he honestly didn't look too bad. Just a little bit of bleeding.
When I went home, I washed my hands and just started bawling as I told hubs what happened. So about two hours later, we went to see if the turtle was still where I left him. He was not! He was nowhere to be found! Which of course means HE LIVED!!! I knew he wasn't bleeding that badly (actually, there was only a small bit of blood on him when I left him) and seeing that he wasn't there anymore made me so happy! I SAVED THE TURTLE!!
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