“How did you get in?” I asked. I was talking to a turtle in my compost who was enjoying some veggie scraps I’d tossed there. The compost area in the back of my yard is framed by concrete blocks. As I looked closely I saw a 2-inch space between the blocks in one corner, but the turtle was too big to get through that hole. No apparent digging either. I knew something was eating scraps but figured it was only crows. No cooked items or meat go in my compost so as not to attract coyotes. (The rabbits in my yard attract enough of those.) The next day when I looked for Mr. Houdini Turtle he wasn’t to be found. Can turtles climb? It’s still a mystery, but what would life be without its interesting little mysteries.
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