The landlord of our villa keeps a little turtle in the planter out front full of roses. His wife feeds it lettuce. The other day Samira, our cleaning lady, was holding him up and hosing him off.
It was the damnedest thing. It was not pulling its head inside its shell for protection, just the opposite. He had his head, arms, legs and tales all out and it looked like he was taking a shower. He was loving it.
And why not. The temperature these days is scorching. Today (Aug.2) it is 43. I just did the conversion on my computer. That is 109.4 degrees Fahrenheit. I am coping with air conditioning and chocolate ice cream. I feel a little bit bad that I cannot make myself go pick up that little turtle and squirt him with the hose.
But I have a strict rule against touching reptiles.
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