Yesterday we headed to The Zoo in Gulf Breeze, but it was SO HOT I called and the Zoo to see if the animals would even be OUT in this heat! They said they normally come back out around 5, so we had a few hours to kill, and remembered the Flea Market that is there across the street. When we pulled up, the first thing the Tween saw was a sign that said “Turtles.” She squealed and I immediately said “Don’t Even Think About It!”
So we walked for about an hour around the Flea Market.… let me stop here and say how much THIS place has changed. Back in the day when I used to go with my Grandmother you would find all kinds of treasures. This day… not so much. It has turned into a TRUE Flea Market. The days of beautiful rugs, antique tea cups, and oil paintings are apparently over.
We gave the Tween and Toddler ten dollars each to spend on whatever they wanted. Even THEY couldnt find anything they liked… that is, until we circled back around to the turtles.
When I peered into the tank “just to look” my heart melted. Sitting on a lily pad was the TINIEST little turtle I have ever seen. He is about the size of a nickle. And he just sat there and looked at me. I talked to the lady, explained we were going to the Zoo so we couldnt buy them because they couldn’t sit in the car… blah blah blah. (my will power was fading)
Shortly thereafter another teeny tiny guy crawled up beside him. The second one was darker, with different markings on his shell. She explained that one was an Eastern Painter and the other a Western Painter, and I wondered if they had not “met” in this tank if they would have ever crossed paths. I made a note to myself to Google that.
Anyhow by this time I had fallen in love with the little guys, and Wanda offered to drive them all the way back to the house and then come back to The Zoo (thank God she has a hybrid) so that we could get them.
At that point I completely caved, and we are now the proud parents of Otis and Odell… my Office Turtles.