Who remembers Daisy and Darryl?
I was living in Glendora in a townhouse very full of very fun girls. I got these two little box turtles and put them in our backyard. This place we lived had some of the worst plumbing ever. The handyman was over fixing a broken pipe about once a month, but he would never finish the job. We had patched, unpainted spots all over our apartment, and the cement porch in the backyard was broken away where one pipe had burst and been repaired.
This made for a pair of happy turtles. They would snuggle up to those warm pipes all winter long and never had any reason to bother to dig a burrow.
So what happened to Daisy and Darryl?
Well Daisy eventually succumbed to the chronic respiratory problems that she had. Yes, I loved my little turtle and took her to the vet for antibiotics when she would get sick, but sometimes love and antibiotics isn’t enough to save a turtle. Darryl on the other hand was a survivor. When I moved out to Ventura County he moved into Matt’s parents’ yard where he became a serial escape artist. He would always escape to the same neighbor’s house down the block until finally the neighbor decided to keep him.
At least that is what Donna told me.
Is it possible that story is the equivalent to taking the dog to the farm when he gets too old? If it is, I don’t want to know. As far as I am concerned, Darryl is still living happily at the neighbor’s house!
Oh yeah, by the way, we saw turtles and tortoises at the zoo.

I love those little carapaced, reptilian guys.
Amy