It was mammoth, monumental. A tear-jerker….Frankiehadn’teven got in the car yet.
The story really began when Frankie was evicted from theFrankieCavea couple of days before we departed from home. The day was nice so Frankie sat up on the hill watching his beloved cave get gutted and cleaned.
A family of 150 Southern Cockroaches was evicted from inside his cave. The colony of fat snails gathered from under the cave was fed to the two box turtles.
Frankie’s compost barrel was cleaned out reveling hundreds of red wigglers worms. Frankie’s friend, Little Dude, got worms enough for a couple of weeks.
If I had known Frankie was this good at raising bugs I would have stopped buying insects years ago.
Frankie was slated to sleep that night in the garage in his dogloo. It took forever to get Frankie inside because he thought the dogloo was for ramming.
That same evening Greg departed with Frankie’s cave to the new house inMobile.
The next morning Frankie woke up at7:00 am. Not just awake but Frankie insisted on walking around the garage full of boxes and stuff. Then he demanded entrance into the gecko room. I had to accompany him as there were boxes of glass enclosures sitting on the floor. Frankie pushed boxes aside and wandered about.
At10:00 amFrankie went back into his dogloo and went to sleep. Okay. This is new. Wake up at seven and asleep by ten. What is he going to do on Moving day?
….which started at7:00 amthe next day. Two moving vans, five loaders and the driver. The first job for the movers was inventory and tagging: 1 lawn mover, 1 washer, 1 dryer, 1 HUGE TORTOISE…WHAT IS THIS!? …ARE WE MOVING IT!? No, sir, but when it’s time to load the dogloo would you mind helping me put the tortoise in the car. I would appreciate it.
I am sure this guy has seen a lot of strange things over the years in houses but he looked at me like I had won the Blue Ribbon of strange-things-we’ve-moved. I warned the movers a week ago. When I say “big turtle” they always think big box turtle. “Oh, sure, we’ll help you move that turtle. Sure.” I think he was hoping Frankie was an ice cube and would shrink to box turtle size in the next four hours.
As the temperatures increased over the next couple of hours I kept close eye on that dogloo in case Frankie made a daring escapee down the street or decided to pee all over the garage. You know what he did?
Nothing. Not a single thing. He would look to see what was going on then he would go back to sleep for a couple of hours. At 2:00 pm. When it was time to load the dogloo do you know what Frankie did? Nothing. We took him out andput …read more
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