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Monday, April 15, 2002
And now it's 7:00pm and I'm still up. I'm really pumped up now. Mel, Nicole, Marie, and I just got inside from bothering a turtle in the creek behind Centennial Hall. It had a long pointy tail with ridges, a pointy nose, and it was about a foot long; my guess was that is was a snapping turtle. I could have sworn that I saw it move when they started poking with a stick, however, they didn't care because they insisted it was dead.
They informed me that it was my duty as the guy in the group to reach in and get it. I wasn't about to reach my hand in some murky creek water, especially if there was a slight chance that it was alive. I happen to like all my fingers, thank you. Well, after about ten minutes of poking it with a stick and a wooden spoon (Nicole's idea) I found a nasty piece of re-bar that they could use to pry it up. Mel slid the hooked piece of metal under the turtle and began to pull it out when it finally got so pissed off that it jumped part-way out of the water. We all took a step back, but it was most enjoyable to see Mel and Marie, the main propponents of the "Zach, stick your hand in and get it, it's only a dead turtle" movement, scream like nancies. I like I told you sos.
| Mr. McBastard | 7:23 PM | | |
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