On the way to my class this morning, I decided to call Rob. I pulled his name up on my phone and listened to it ring. After a few rings, I got his voicemail. I know he sent me to voicemail, but I’ll save that for a conversation between just the two of us.
Even though I got sent to voicemail by Robert (I was wicked perturbed), I still decided to leave him a message. I said something like, “Hey Beeeatch…I’m just calling to say — HOLY MOTHER, LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT TURTLE!!!” That’s right folks, my wonderful message got all screwed up by a gigantic snapping turtle sitting on the side of the road. I hung up the phone and pulled over to get some pictures of it. I knew Rob would understand. After all, he is a turtle hunter (catch and release).
Big, isn’t he or she?
Look at the size of that head…that turtle head.