They're not teenaged. They're not mutant. And they're not ninjas, but they ARE my four itty-bitty red-eared sliders... turtles, that is.
This one is Ralph.
This is Waldo.
This is Emerson.
And Squirt, the littlest one, was hiding from the camera. They're so fun. They swim all around and wrestle with each other and kick and hit each other and climb up on the rocks. I'm more attached to these reptiles than I thought I would be-- though I'm still a very big dog (and cat...ish) person.
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How do you know they're not teenagers?
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