When it's time to put them back in after a couple hours of doing their turtle thing in the basement, it's always interesting to see where they end up. It's usually never the same place. And sometimes they can get kind of creative such as this unique little spot that was found yesterday. Here is where I found Michael. Under a big piece of wood, on top of a planting tray, inside a wire planting basket. That's three prepositions used to describe just one place!
It's quiet down there right now and since I like quiet (in the basement, at least), I'll let Michael Ray and Cathy Jean stay put in their new hiding places until bedtime. No telling where I'll find them but Cathy Jean has been pretty consistent. She positions herself at the basement door hoping that it will open. Turtles know all about doors and the concept of hinges and that if they push long enough on one side, the door might open for them. Cathy Jean doesn't know it but that door will probably not open for a couple more weeks (it's still cold out there!) and since there is no chance of ever changing a turtle's mind about things, I'll just let her keep doing what she's doing. She's determined, she's hopeful, she's both. That kind of thing you don't mess with.