Acquired: Wild caught / rehabilitation animal
Posted Apr 22, 2016
As a Philadelphia native, my grandmother would take me on day trips to New York City by train. We would walk around Times' Square, go shopping, and grab lunch. When passing through Central Park, I spotted a man holding hundreds of balloons and pushing a shopping cart. We walked over to him, and inside the shopping cart were tiny plastic water tanks with even tinier turtles. I begged and begged my grandmother to by a pair for me. She agreed, and we returned home.
Spongebob and Patrick, the two turtles, sat on my desk in my room. I fed them every day, and all seemed well. One day, their tank became way too small for them, so we bought a ten gallon glass tank. Within a couple more months, they were almost too big for that! We were not expecting the turtles to have grown that large (In fact, my grandmother told me that they would probably die after a year or so).
As they got larger and larger, my uncle suggested that we return Spongebob and Patrick to nature. We found a nice pond in a woodland area and left them there. Now that I'm much older, I'm not sure if that was the best idea, but I'm also not sure how I would have taken care of such large reptiles.