After work, this is what I came home to. An empty turtle tank.
As I went on a frantic turtle hunt in search of Karman I discovered her in the neighboring bedroom wedged between two rubbermaid totes. Despite her state of dehydration, she didn't seem too happy to be discovered, she even gave me a little hiss as I picked her up. (But I know in her heart she was relieved to be found.)
Karman was back where she was safe and the cruel, dry world of the house couldn't harm her anymore and where food falls freely from the skies.
Now, Karman's tank looks much better, she's in it. Hopefully Karman learned her lesson and has realized that there's nothing for her beyond the safe boundaries of her glass house. (And I've realized I can't keep her water level so high.)
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for some reason, this story reminds me of brian's suicidal bird, taz. the poor fellow. i'm relieved and happy to hear karman is okay. i miss you guys! i'm happy to hear your life is more interesting than mine! :)
on behalf of turtle lovers everywhere we are very glad Karmen was found alive and unscathed.
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