As we walked around the corner I knew something was not right. The boy we had seen across the lake had caught something, but it wasn’t a fish. He stood over it, looking around sheepishly not know quite what to do…
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Anytime there is an animal involved I expect Tiffany to jump into action, which is exactly what happened. She quickly identified the rather large turtle as a Smooth Softshell Turtle, a rare find. The boy said it put up a pretty good fight, but had no idea how to extract the hook from the turtle’s mouth, and didn’t look like he really wanted to try. So Tiffany tried holding the turtle like a fish to remove the hook, but couldn’t get ahold of its head. The problem being, that every-time she tried to grab the hook, the turtle retracted it’s head into it’s shell, and it was too slippery to stop. This went on for several minutes, until a new plan was formed. We would just cut the line, however none of us had a knife or even keys to saw the line.
The whole time this is going on, Mimi, our Chihuahua is barking incessantly at the turtle, and Rachel was uncharacteristically quiet. With no viable options, and a desire to finish our walk and get home, Tiffany decided to use her teeth to cut the line. In order to do this properly she had to get within inches of the turtle and gnaw the line. I’m used to it, but I could tell Rachel was mortified as her eyes grew larger like she couldnt believe it was happening. Then I realized the boy was probably her age, perhaps even a classmate?
Well Tiffany cut the line and released the turtle, and the boy was in Rachel’s class. He saw her at school the next week and thought it was pretty cool her mom was able to free the turtle.
