how do turtles like meatloaf?

Well.

He seemed to love it.

Jay laughed when he saw him scrambling up on his rock pile to snap up the pieces.

You go, Bernie.

This reptile has been living in the kitchen (eeew! I know!) for about 15 years now, and yet he still acts like he doesn't know us.

I approach the tank, he scrambles for cover.

Oh, whatever, you dumb idiot. Knock it off.

He's no dog, ingratiating wagging of the tail and such.

I have never done one single thing to him.

Except I place food on the rocks--like fried chicken, and tilapia, and shrimp. And tonight? Meatloaf.

If he's dead tomorrow, we'll know why.

And yet, somehow I doubt this. He may very well outlive all of us.

love, Val