When my roommate David and I went to work this morning, we found this guy stranded next to the stairs leading down from the apartment. He’s a yellow-bellied slider, and somehow managed to travel about a quarter of a mile from the nearest source of water and strand himself.
I have a soft spot for turtles, so we rescued him and brought him back to the pond he most likely came from. He was none too happy about it, and spent a great deal of time and energy trying to remove David’s fingers. Not from the turtle’s shell; from David’s hands.