Beware of Vicious Turtles

This post has nothing to do with being pregnant or Roman. I think.

Anyway, on Sunday, Fernando and I decided to try a restaurant in Ray City, (which is where we live, but normally eat out in Valdosta because way more options there). So we head out only to discover that the TWO restaurants in Ray City are closed on Sundays. Woot for small town!

Then we head north to Nashville, which is only this much bigger than Ray City, but has a few chain restaurants to choose from. So we take that great "Sunday Drive" down highway 125 to get there. (BTW, 125 is only a two lane highway, but also the main road in and out of Ray City and Nashville, and known for fast speeding vehicles). As were driving, we noticed a small animal right smack dab in the middle of the lane. This is not unusual, because there is SERIOUSLY new roadkill everyday here. However, as we drove past, we noticed a small difference in this one. It had no fur, but a shell, and was alive. So we, being the awesomely compassionate people we are, turn around and pull over so that Fernando can help the little guy out. We put our hazard lights on and Fernando nudges the turtle with his foot to make sure he is alive (which he was) and comes back to the car to get a rag to carry the turtle across the road. While he's getting the rag out of the trunk of the car, a truck behind us doesn't bother to slow down, only drives in the middle of the road to avoid us and pays NO ATTENTION TO THE TURTLE WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE!!! Fernando and I both turn our heads avoiding what we both are sure is the end of the turtle. (I'm watching all this safely from within the car by the way.) This is a good day for turtle, though. The turtle wasn't hit at all, he went through the exact middle of the truck safely, rather than being squished by the tires. Whew.

Then Fernando goes and picks the turtle up and all of a sudden the turtle starts hissing at him! So Fernando tries to hurry across the road, and then the turtle starts wiggling crazy-like and going frantic, and Fernando lost his grip on Mr. Turtle and drops him. (Thankfully onto the grass!) However, there was a bunch of water at the bottom of the ditch that Fernando let him go near, and Fernando wasn't able to spot him. So we hope that he was a water turtle that can swim. Otherwise, all that effort was in vain to save a stupid turtle that was trying to go all ninja on Fernando.

We did however enjoy lunch at Pizza Hut in Nashville. Which IS open on Sundays.

P.S. Ironically, Roman's room has a turtle theme. I hope that's not some kind of omen!