My roomate and I took the subway to go to my parents house.He doesn't get out of the appartment much. In fact it has been twelve years since he left the appartment. My roomate is a three pound turtle with a surly disposition. His name is Barron and he is an adult version of one of those green cute turles. He is the size of a small luncheon plate. Turtles grow throughout their lives unlike people but at a reduced rate.
I put him in a huge pail and our adventure began. I sat in the front car away from everyone else. A stunning Latina said to me " A turtle in the subway ??? I have never seen that before". I told her that " Sure if they can have mole people why not turtles in a subway car. He was rather well behaved as he can be agressive and you will be sorry if he gets a hold of you.
We got onto the Staten Island Ferry and the DHS gaurd said " A turtle on the ferry ". " Why not maybe I will take him on an airplane next ?" I said. He seemed to be almost enjoying the attention. A hot dog vendor threw him some swarma and he ate it.
The most common question was " How old is he and what does he eat ?" He is 32 years old and eats anything and everything. Most of the time he eats live fish but he eats
table scraps and insects. He seems to be fixated on scrod but he will eat salami.
The Barron seemed to be a crowd pleaser." He is so cute " was a common refrain. I have heard of men upstaged by dogs but a turtle must be a first.