While furiously mowing the lawn to keep up with our immaculately landscaped neighbors, Hubs found this little guy wandering around our backyard! Tearing up the deck, Hubs bangs on the sliding glass door yelling, "Babe! Hurry up! Bring your camera! Your iPhone! Whatever!"
Okay. Telling your very pregnant, very sedimentary wife "hurry up" is just plain mean. Especially when it's taken her approximately 33 minutes to position the pillows on the couch in just. the. right. spot.
There is no hurrying. Unless of course there is water-breaking or ice cream involved. And knowing my husband? He was calling me outside to see something gross and/or scary. Like a giant snake. Or a carnivorous spider. Like I said, no need to hurry.
I grab my camera, waddling out onto the deck and see my husband crouching down in the middle of the yard. I waddle down the stairs and find him talking to this little guy:
Finding him in our backyard brought back so many memories of growing up in Hometown, New Jersey right alongside an enormous pond. Peepers, tadpoles, bullfrogs, snakes.. geese, goslings, swans. You name it. It was like growing up in a veritable wildlife sanctuary. Now that we live right alongside a little babbling brook, we're hoping to see much more of Timmy and his turtle friends! However, Timmy, for the record, we don't allow snake friends in our backyard. Just throwing that out there..