This is Chloe's little pet terrapin, which we had for maybe a month. He stays in one of those transparent plastic take-away boxes with a rock for him to bask in the sun. Nothing special, a boring life. Wait, he's a great escape artist!
The day we went to pick him from grandma's place, I looked at an empty box, nothing but the rock and his poo. Gone! We went on a 'terrapin hunt' for a few hours, gave up and declared that he must have been kidnapped by the aliens and a few hours later, voila! Evans found him under the stool in mum's toilet. This is the beginning of his great escapade.
The day we went to pick him from grandma's place, I looked at an empty box, nothing but the rock and his poo. Gone! We went on a 'terrapin hunt' for a few hours, gave up and declared that he must have been kidnapped by the aliens and a few hours later, voila! Evans found him under the stool in mum's toilet. This is the beginning of his great escapade.
Today, I found him at the corner of the shower cubicle, crawling frantically, trying to climb up. 4th time and I'm sure will not be the last. This chap thinks he's meant for greater things other than to eat, sleep and bask in the sun.By the way, I have video recording of him scaling the sofa. Champion!
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