This is his current home, it's not pretty. It’s an old betta tank. He's got yellow pepper, orange pepper, cucumbers (covered in my mother's spit), and strawberries. There was almost a cicada on the dinner menu but he was singing a love song so I let him go. Guess I’m a sucker for bug poetry.
I’ll be dropping him off at the local forest reserve when I feel like walking miles in the hot sun. If he starts to go Gandhi on me, I’ll be making that trip sooner than I expected. I'll be moving this city turtle to the suburbs.
