Tuesday, May 27, 2003

our Berkeley shoe box is covered in a tent, sprayed with tear gas and a copper based powder post beetle poison. I hope nobody's stupid cat has any smart ideas about trying to sneak under the tent.



Last week, our friend A(who is supplying us with chickens) sighted a box turtle wandering along our fence. C says Meatball will either get crushed by a hapless driver, or chewed up by a dog if we let it go. So I guiltily confine it temporarily to a compost box. When I call up J, she excitedly repeats "Turtles love bananas. Turtles really love bananas."



We feed Meatball a snail everyday but I have secret hankerings to let it go. Unfortunately this is a non native species, an escaped pet. He doesn't look happy to me but C says Meatball is hanging out relaxing.

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