OK folks, here's a turtle story for you. Perhaps the turtle under the bucket is a direct descendent of the turtles I grew up with. When I was a kid, I was blessed to have pets of every kind, including the typical rodents, reptiles, farm animals, birds, and the occasional wild critter. I often had one of the little green turtles that they used to sell in the pet and department stores. My bedroom was kind of like a jungle, with a parakeet, mouse or hamster, tropical fish, crayfish, and a little green turtle. There were so many plants in there that it would take several gallons of water to get them all watered. Well, one day, my little green turtle went missing. I cleaned the whole room, top to bottom, and even cleaned the ductwork at the 2 registers, where I figured that he must have eventually fallen, and turned into a turtle fossil. I never did find him, and gave him up for dead. Fall turned into winter, then into spring, and the turtle was forgotten. One day, I was watering my jungle, which was long over due for water, and I noticed that the soil in one fairly large pot was bubbling quite a bit. So I added some more water and watched. The water level drained down, and it continued to bubble... then, to my surprise, one of those bubbles winked at me. I dug around in the pot with my finger, and extracted one very reluctant turtle. Washed the mud off him, and set him up in a terrarium. He was no worse for the wear!
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