I've been asked to tell my story.... isn't that a kick?.... so I'm gonna do it! I'll begin by telling you about that catchy little title Amazing Grace. They actually told Toni (she's my owner) at the pet store that I was a Chinese Box Turtle, (Toni didn't know one turtle from another then) so she gave me a Chinese name! She researched it and came up with P'i which actually means Grace but is pronounced "Be" and that probably tells you I'm a girl, but if it doesn't I'm letting you know! Anyway, getting back to this Amazing Grace thing... I'm not Chinese, I'm a Three-Toed Box Turtle... but my name is Grace and it is Amazing that I lived!
Well, I just couldn't compete with the BIG turtles, so I kept to myself--in the corner, with my head and my legs pulled in, shell closed. And I stayed there, in that glass corner, for about 3 weeks before I came to live with Toni. I know exactly when that was .... August 13, 1994 at 3:45pm PDT. (Did you notice she likes astrology? That's why I know all that...I'm a turtle, what do I care? Middle of August is what my seasonal clock says...) I've kinda adopted that as my birthday though, cause that's when my life, as I know it, began.
As soon as Toni saw that I was afraid of turtles I got my own glass cage, complete with underglass heating pad, a dish of water to soak in, leaves and grass to crawl under, and I wandered around in about half an inch of corn cob bedding (WRONG!) which she finally about a year or so later, discovered wasn't the best idea. We're lucky I didn't accidentally eat any of it. It might have gotten lodged in my digestive tract and that would've been the end of me, for sure! But my world turned into a ten gallon environment. Hmmmm. I was not a happy turtle.
So I refused to eat for about a month. I don't remember what I was used to eating, but it wasn't showing up here! Toni tried everything she could think of, and she read everything she could find on box turtles. (She needed the Internet :) I got offered everything from meal worms to chow mein. She thought I was going to die, and so did I. But she never gave up....she's like that, thank heavens! I believe I've heard her husband call it stubborn ....but it worked for me. Well, I finally got hungry enough to try a water chestnut, and I've been eating ever since.
Well, that was my life, for the first year and a half. Ten gallons of space, a daily bath - she used to haul me out every single day and soak me! But at least I had plenty of water in my system, no chance of getting dehydrated, and I got to take an occasional walk in the back yard. Life was pretty confining.
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