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It was much to Mike's dismay when I announced; I'm bringing home a pet.

"You are NOT!" he exclaimed.

"Yup," I said, completely and utterly undeterred. I was bringing home an espresso machine and a turtle. I figure balance is important.

So, without any further ado, here is Eba, the outdoor turtle who will live in our garden:

She's surprisingly fast and noisy, rustling around in the grasses and leaves. Her shell is about the size of my hand. So far she eats lettuce and cherry tomatoes and grapes.

Mike says it's on my head when the kids kill her.

Sometimes he is awfully cynical.