Haven’t mentioned my pet turtles (Kip and Svetlana) for a while.
They’re doing fine- getting into all kinds of mischief like, sitting on their rock, diving off the rock and going for a swim, sitting on the rock again.

We’ve had them since they were babies but I didn’t realise how big they’d grown until our friends asked us to look after their turtle Dos (his little buddy Uno was recently buried in the memoral garden at La Doll apartment building).

 

Dos: A turtle

Dos: A turtle

His little head is barely the size of the “On” button of my DVD remote control. I think I could fit his whole body in my mouth and still have room for a bite of a Mars bar to take away the taste.

Dos’s parents dropped him round earlier in the week and then set about setting up the huge laboratory of equipment which apparently is needed to keep 5RMB worth of turtle in tip-top condition.

For reference- here’s where Svetlana and Kip hang out:

 

Theyre lurking in the corner

Theyre lurking in the corner

They’ve got a water heater in there (now that it’s winter), a floating rock, and few poxy pebbles thrown in at one end.

Now check out Little Lord FauntleTurtle’s tank.

 

Svetlana and Kip keep gazing through the plexiglass at it.

It’s the Turtle equivalent of watching MTV Cribs.

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