I never wanted a pet

I never wanted a pet. I do not care for responsibility.I like to fly fancy free.

Today I decided to clean the garage.It was not in particular need of cleaning. However, last night I burnt a food item in the microwave. Popcorn.WOW does that smell up the house. I thought a little airing out of the house and garage area was in order.

I quickly took to the task of laundry.Four loads. Not bad.

During my in and out process of laundry, and garage maintenance, I noticed him. Scurrying along on the rocks. CUTE I thought. Look at the little fellow move.

Load two. Hang. Dryer not working? WHAT dryer not working? Where is the manual for the dryer?
An hour later I return to the garage. And there he was in the middle of the garage staring up at me.

I screamed. It went back in it's shell. YES it was a tortoise turtle in the middle of the garage. MY garage.

My first thought was, well he will go out the way he came in. True to that, he stayed in his shell.
I thought picking him up and relocating him would be wise. When I approached him, speaking softly, he started to hiss. NO WAY IN HELL WAS I TOUCHING THE TURTLE.
I tried to gently, gently to push the turtle out of the garage with a broom.In my gentle haste the turtle flipped over onto his back.
NOW I am screaming in the garage.For no reason.

I sat looking at the turtle. How the hell was I going to get this turtle out of the garage?
A trail of lettuce? YES. Only no lettuce in the house.
And now during all this I have a very important appointment with David's Bridal to pick out a bridesmaids gown!
I call my sister. "leave the turtle in the garage" she says. WHAT can he do?

So the turtle in it's shell, still is in the garage. ONLY not in the same place I left him?
When the Sears employee comes on Friday to fix the dryer, I hope he will remove the turtle for me.