One time I was at the beach. There was a little plaza of shops painted crazy colors. I went into one of the shops in that little plaza and saw some adorable mini turtles. They were $18. I asked the shop owner how big they got, what they ate, etc. He told me they were like goldfish…they only got as big as the bowl you put them in, they ate fish food, really low maintenance.
He lied. My red-eared slider’s shell is about 10 inches long, and she could grow another two. She needs a filter in her tank (yes, tank, not fish bowl,) a UV light to aid her in digestion, and a spot in her tank with land to lay her eggs so she doesn’t go gravid. We’re between land solutions right now because she kept trying to jump off the land balcony I built her. I thought she was trying to commit suicide. She was just trying to escape. Somehow she thought she could jump over the edge of the tank, but instead she landed back-down on the bottom of her tank every time. She’s supposed to be an escape-artist…that’s how she would survive in the wild: hiding and escaping from predators. Oh, and it’s not goldfish food. There’s a special turtle diet that is of course more expensive. And I have a very picky eater on my hands. Every time I find a food she likes, they discontinue it. I’m starting to run out of options. When she was younger, I tried to feed her a guppy. She made friends with it. For six months. Then she decided she was sick of sharing her food and swatted it into the filter. Didn’t even eat it. Just straight up murdered it. It was intense. Her life expectancy has both of us dying of natural causes in old age around the same time.
So all those lies the shop owner told me led to the entrance of this into my life:
The entrance of a baby into my life led to this being a big problem. See all the cords…exposed and really low to the ground? And all the turtle maintenance stuff (that admittedly could probably just find another storage space?) My solution was a whole bunch of diaper boxes, a box cutter. and duct tape:
I used a screwdriver to punch holes in the “door” that opens in the front there (via the bend in the diaper boxes,) and pushed a ribbon through it that we can tie shut. We’ll have to find another way to close it as time goes on, but it works for now. In my head, I had this idea that we could do art projects on the cardboard…have this one place where it would be okay to color “on the walls.” In my head it did not look this ghetto. So my plan is to go out and get some wrapping paper with an awesome design on it and make my ghetto little project look pretty. Right now the function is fine, we’ve just got to work on the aesthetics.
So look out for Part 2!