But as soon as I set the plates down, Michael bolted for his tomato and strawberries and I missed my photo opportunity of the two of them (I cannot believe I'm about to say this) being cute.
Different story when I got home and it was 100 degrees outdoors, or something like that. It was horribly hot so the turtles got themselves and their area hosed down while they tried to keep cool in the shade.
But in the meantime, Violet could not get enough of the horrible heat. Her fur was all puffed out so I could describe her as being bushy-tailed. However, for being so bushy-tailed, she was not about to move from her sleeping box any time soon. There is nothing she loves more than to be heated up to the point of being combustible.