I placed John Lennon, the turtle, in a grave by the side
of our house this morning; poor fella didn't make it. He
came to me in a weird way...The UPS man who delivered
George, the turtle, to me in a box...said, "I found this other
turtle, in a parking lot. Do you want it? I was amazed at the
coincidence of two turtles arriving at once, one for free,
and I scooped both turtles up; and have been loving on
them for months, but John took, sick, recently and never
recovered. I'm thinking that, even though he looked much
like my store bought turtle, George, that John wasn't meant
for captivity. It sucks to lose one, but I'm glad that I still
have George.