…She says hey babe, take a walk on the wild side…
Kristi has been having issues with Harold, her male turtle. He’s been going nuts, not eating, not going poo, and pacing the tank, slapping at the water. When left to wander around the house, he keeps moving, pawing at the floor. Worried that he had parasites, pnuemonia or something else really bad she took him to the reptile doctor today.
Guess what. An x-ray revealed that he is a she. And very very full of 7 eggs, taking up almost half of the room in his shell. She had been told by a vet that he was a he, and that her other turtle, Maude, is a she. The reptile doctor she saw today offered to look at Maude for free to determine if there’s any chance the eggs could be fertilized.
And now I just keep singing Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side” in my head…Doot, doo doot, doo doot, doo doot doo doot. doot, doo doot, doo doot, doo doot doo doot…
Harold’s x-ray. I numbered the eggs for ease of finding them. 