Help! Save me!!
I'm laying in bed one morning, half asleep and half dreaming when suddenly I hear "Sabrina help help, save me...I'm so scared". This familiar voice just kept getting louder and louder. What the heck?? Am I dreaming? Then suddenly I realize that it's my mom. I knew it wasn't a life or death situation from the tone of her voice. Don't get me wrong there were definitely fear in her voice just not life threatening.
By this time she's right at my mom yelling for me to save her. "Huh mom, save you from what???".
"The stupid turtle escaped and it's in the bathroom. Save me, get it out. I'm so scared". It sounds funny but if you know my mom you'll know that she's afraid of ALL animals, yes even cute furry things like rabbits.
I didn't really want to get out of bed but it quickly looked like this chaos was not going to stop unless if I did something about it. So I went downstairs and yup the big turtle escaped and somehow found its way into the bathroom. That itself is pretty darn impressive. It had to maneuver all the way across the basement with tons of stuff in its way. The fact that it even got out of the room that it was in deserves some sort of a prize. Just to give you a visual, the turtle is quite big. We've had this particular one for more almost ten years so it's about the size of an 8x10 piece of paper.
Now I don't like touching the turtles but I wouldn't say that I'm afraid of them. However with my mom constantly yelling how scared she was, it made me a little freaked out. Mental games man, she was messing with my mind. I told my mom that I didn't want to pick it up and that she should do it. Hahaha...That didn't go too well.
"Hurry up I'm in a hurry and I can't take a shower with the turtle in there". Even though she did contemplate showering with the door open, as if it would attack her or something??
"Mom what if I don't put it back in the tank and it goes into your room later?"
"Then I won't come home until it is back in the tank". You're all laughing at this comment but the woman was serious. There was no joking with her that morning.
"FINE". I go into the bathroom and the turtle's so scared that it's tucked into its shell in the corner behind the door. I doubt it was in any position of attacking her. The poor thing looked so scared, probably from all that yelling and being in unfamiliar territory.
During this rescue mission my mom was hiding in her room with the door shut closed. Too funny...If I was the turtle I would probably never escape again.
By this time she's right at my mom yelling for me to save her. "Huh mom, save you from what???".
"The stupid turtle escaped and it's in the bathroom. Save me, get it out. I'm so scared". It sounds funny but if you know my mom you'll know that she's afraid of ALL animals, yes even cute furry things like rabbits.
I didn't really want to get out of bed but it quickly looked like this chaos was not going to stop unless if I did something about it. So I went downstairs and yup the big turtle escaped and somehow found its way into the bathroom. That itself is pretty darn impressive. It had to maneuver all the way across the basement with tons of stuff in its way. The fact that it even got out of the room that it was in deserves some sort of a prize. Just to give you a visual, the turtle is quite big. We've had this particular one for more almost ten years so it's about the size of an 8x10 piece of paper.
Now I don't like touching the turtles but I wouldn't say that I'm afraid of them. However with my mom constantly yelling how scared she was, it made me a little freaked out. Mental games man, she was messing with my mind. I told my mom that I didn't want to pick it up and that she should do it. Hahaha...That didn't go too well.
"Hurry up I'm in a hurry and I can't take a shower with the turtle in there". Even though she did contemplate showering with the door open, as if it would attack her or something??
"Mom what if I don't put it back in the tank and it goes into your room later?"
"Then I won't come home until it is back in the tank". You're all laughing at this comment but the woman was serious. There was no joking with her that morning.
"FINE". I go into the bathroom and the turtle's so scared that it's tucked into its shell in the corner behind the door. I doubt it was in any position of attacking her. The poor thing looked so scared, probably from all that yelling and being in unfamiliar territory.
During this rescue mission my mom was hiding in her room with the door shut closed. Too funny...If I was the turtle I would probably never escape again.








