Coming to Dinner

Look who's coming to dinner tonight!

This evening we arrived home pretty much as usual.  After decompressing for a bit, Chris happened to look out of our kitchen window.  Without warning, he shouts, "Come outside!"

"What?  Why?"

"Who?"

"All of you!"

"What's going on?  What's wrong?!"

"Just come outside!  Now!"

Let me just say that I really do prefer to have guests provide us with a bit of notice before arriving.

This one didn't bother.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Common Snapping Turtle.  Or maybe the Alligator Snapping Turtle.  I don't know which it is, but we do know for a fact that it snaps!

It was right in the middle of the street, at the height of "rush hour traffic" arriving home.  We did not want the turtle to get hit by a car.

Really.  We do not want to have the remnants being picked over by the resident, neighborhood turkey vultures.

We really, really did not want the turtle to get hit.  Not right in front of our house or anywhere else.

That is why Chris picked it up.

And got snapped at!

Wow, let me tell you that those turtles have necks that can extend out nearly as far back as to their tails!

And quick!  I didn't think a turtle could move that quickly!  Okay, so they can't run, but they can snap fast!

It scared us all!  The kids freaked out and Chris dropped it.  Luckily, it was only an inch or two off the ground when he snapped.

Apparently, they have an affinity for the ground.

Chris tried to coerce the turtle to the side of road with gentle prodding with a stick, but when it got really mad...

it hopped!

I'm not kidding.

It hopped and snapped angrily at the same time.  And fast!

Who would have thought a turtle can hop?  Certainly not the hare.

After getting the turtle only slightly closer to the side of our street to avoid disaster, Chris finally got our big push broom and "swept" or "pushed" or "prodded" it over into the grass lining the street.

I'm not thrilled with a snapper in our yard, but it is better than in the street.

This is not my average snapper for dinner!  I prefer the fishy kind.