There once was a turtle named Tucker,
Whose owner was a a well-known sucker.
She'd spent a pretty penny,
To keep him happy as any,
And once a month she'd surely wear a pucker.
Four years ago, we illegally bought a baby turtle because Daddy couldn't say no to his little princess as a pet. It was about one-and-a-half inches long and came home in a 4" x 6" little plastic carrier. Little did we know that it probably carries salmonella so the kids cannot handle it, nor that it would grow up quickly and require a massive tank, a basking lamp, a UV lamp, a water filter, and a water heater, among other things. Hundreds of dollars later, the only assumed "owner" of the turtle spends over an hour each month cleaning out the tank. The only interaction she gets from the turtle? Constant pleading for food. Did I mention that she's a sucker?