I took the flashlight out to the lotus pool and there the bastard was, in the corner. I scooped him up with the pool net and into a plastic tub with holes drilled into the lid. He has an inch of water, and at 7:00 AM I will take him to the pond at the golf course on the way to work. My fish, lotus and Euryale ferox are safe.
An idiot at work once described capturing one and putting it in the back of his truck. Alchol was involved. It bit a fence post in the back of the truck in half. Releasing it the next morning was…difficult.
I picked one up that was crossing the road (it involved chickens, don’t ask) and the sucker almost got me. I couldn’t believe how fast the turtle’s head could swing around. Next time I’ll just punt.
I accidentally walked up to one in the creek behind my parents’ house in suburban Lexington Ky when I was a teenager. It stared at me, I stared at it, and then I just walked away wondering what it was doing there in the first place as in all the years I’d lived there (14) I’d never seen one before.
Even if he is only hard-hat sized, don’t hold him like the Phlosphr’s photo-they have long necks and could easily bite anyone holding the front shell.( I am wondering why the photo turtle has not)
On the other side, Alley Oop, my alligator snapping turtle, is the size of a half-dollar, knows his name, and comes to be fed, opening his mouth like a baby bird. I haven’t been bit yet, but I’m careful with my fingers. He’s just a widdle bittie baby toitle, he is.
I had the same near-miss experience years ago (from a misguided charitable impulse to save the creature from being squashed by traffic).
You have to be careful about things that hang out in ornamental ponds. One night in Texas I decided to clear algae out of an above-ground water feature that housed plants and a mysteriously disappearing population of goldfish. After I’d repeatedly hauled out handfuls of green gook from the bottom, there was a sudden boiling up of water a couple feet away and a biiiig snake reared out of the water and left in a huff. :eek:
O.K. Magiver, we need the rest of the story about the snapping turtle and the chickens.
One had gotten his nose run over by a vehicle on the road in front of my old house, and appeared to have a fractured jaw. Was surprisingly calm as I picked him up, put him into a box, and brought him to the local wildlife rehabber.
Once my golf ball landed where six or seven of those little bastards were sunning themselves. I figured it was no problem, walked over there, ran back. My boyfriend thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.