A mere 12 hours after Ladys first escape from her tank, she did it again. Sunday afternoon, I’m standing in the bathroom, curling my hair when I hear a thud. I walk out into the living room and see Lady lying upside down on the floor behind the couch. She did it again! Arggh!
I had such high hopes for my tough love parenting plan but obviously Lady likes to fly through the air and crash land on the hardwood floor. I am going to blame it on my previously diagnosed turtle amnesia and assume that she didn’t remember her first horrible fall and therefore was forced to do it again. Meghan has nicely allowed me to go on with this theory rather than giving up my tough love theory. Thanks, poops.
Alas, I had to go and get her a new much larger tank so that she won’t do it again. Stupid adventurous turtle! This new tank is at least twice the size of the old one, so if she gets out of this one I’ll be quite impressed. She’d have to make a rock ladder and climb up the 14 inches of tank and then hold onto the ledge and hoist herself over. One can only assume now that she is capable of this and will wait a few months to lull us into a false sense of confidence and then she’ll jump out again. Perhaps as a lovely Christmas present for us.
