Day Twenty-seven

On November 27, 2011 by Eden M. Kennedy

In tortoise news today, we’ve been seeing a lot of Peanut as she migrates around the house looking for the right nook to hibernate in for the winter. She’s refusing all food, no matter how tasty (romaine, bananas) or exotic (Japanese pear, raw hamburger). That worried me for a few days, because I think tortoises should be more like bears and gorge themselves before curling up in someone’s Ugg boot for three or four months.

This year, though, she’s having trouble finding just the right spot for her nap. Like Goldilocks, or the Buddha, it seems she’s trying to find the middle way. In front of the warm refrigerator vent is too public; the patch of sun on Jackson’s carpet too transient; and even though that spot underneath Peewee’s dog bed fulfills her requirements for dark, warm, and private, inevitably one finds a dog’s ass pressing down upon one’s shell, sometimes accompanied by an unnecessary amount of scooting and barking.



12 Responses to “Day Twenty-seven”

  • Our friends just inherited two tortoises and they were told to wrap them in a towel and place them in a box in the garage. Apparently they will start scratching when they are ready to come out. Creepy, right?

    • I guess we could do that, but it seems a little unfair? But maybe they like it — like babies being swaddled, maybe it calms them down and lets them go to sleeeeep.

  • No bed for Peanut?

    It is really strange–I bought my dog a bed at CVS. $10. Damn, that dog loves that bed. It’s probably the most successful purchase of my entire life.

  • Seriously? I don’t believe there are nearly enough Peanut videos in the world. I could watch that slow moving vehicle all day.

  • I’m with Keri.

  • “I could compare my music to white light which contains all colours. Only a prism can divide the colours and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener.” –Arvo Pärt

    I’d never heard of this composer. Thank you for the reference.

    • You’re welcome. I don’t remember how I stumbled onto him, but here’s a wonderful quote about him from Steve Reich: “He’s completely out of step with the zeitgeist and yet he’s enormously popular, which is so inspiring. His music fulfills a deep human need that has nothing to do with fashion.”

  • When I was a kid we somehow got an illegal California desert tortoise (sold to us a ‘box turtle’) – in the days before the Internet it took me a while to figure out it wasn’t aquatic at all, quite the opposite. Anyway, she was happy to live in our big suburban backyard and every winter she’d … disappear somewhere, and the highlight of the early summer was the reappearance of the tortoise. Only found the hibernation spot once, and that was because it was in the middle of a pile of leaf bags awaiting transport. Anyway, fond memories of that silly creature when I see Peanut. Do continue!

    • Do you know how long it lived, Norm?

      • Well, no, alas. No idea how old she was when she got her, and she didn’t grow in size a lot that I could tell. She took off in the late seventies, after my parents put in a pool and really ruined the yard (from her perspective). We’d had her ten years at that point.

  • I had a desert tortoise given to us when I was a kid too! Every winter my dad wrapped it in a blanket and put it in a box in the garage. I never knew how he knew when to take the tortoise out. Though, one spring, after having the tortoise many years, the garage started smelling weird and my dad opened the box to find a very dead tortoise.

    That tortoise was always a hit with my school show and tell, and a bane to my mom’s flowerbed — even putting up a fence didn’t keep the guy out –he’d just push his way through. He also used to try to crawl into the dog house until we put it up on bricks.