
D— and J— came over for dinner last night. It was a wonderful evening.
Now, J— may have had a half glass of wine too much. A one point she excused herself to use the facilities and as she left I offered the warning, "Don't fall into the tub, there's a Snapping Turtle in it." Findik's crashing there for a while. J— came back a bit later and announced she and Fin are the best of friends and that she had touched his nose (using the onomatopoeia "bloop" to describe the contact as she gestured with her hand how she had touched him).
Look at the photo above and note how proud Findik has been in his house. Now look below and see how sad and humiliated he is to have a warning sign hanging above him all of the time. Shame J—, shame.

Findik is two years old. He's twelve inches long and he enjoys swimming against a current, floating food sticks, Unit M's nose, high bathroom traffic in the morning, having his neck scratched, hearing his name said repeatedly in a cartoon voice and hibernating.