Most evenings I go out around dusk and feed the snapping turtles in our pond. have three, which about four more than I’d like, but my mamma didn’t raise me to be an alligator wrestler.
One of them doesn’t want to take bread that is thrown into the water. He expects to be handfed and will climb out of the water for it. Usually, I put a chunk of ‘Store Bought White Bread” on the end of a small stick or one of the many chopsticks we have around the house. This particular “alligator” decided I wasn’t getting the bread to him quickly enough and decided to take a chunk out of my shoe. I’m fairly sure he figured he was biting my foot, and I am eternally grateful he was mistaken. Cn you image the damage he could have done to mere flesh and blood?
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