Yesterday, I went on a walk during naptime, on what was truly the last nice day of the year (80! Sunny! Humid!).
Not two minutes into my walk, I found a painted turtle, in the middle of the street.
The last day of September seemed to be a little bit late for a turtle rescue. I have not seen many turtles at all this year and so to have this happen on the first day of the new year seemed to be auspicious? Strange? Telling of the new year to come? To be sure, a sign.
Following the direction the turtle was pointed, I carried it across the street and set it where it would be safe to carry on. I was then greeted by two concerned women who told me that this tiny painted turtle was a snapping turtle and “very dangerous.”
Happy New Year, indeed.