Like this turtle.
It was determined to stay put, until we moved it. It hissed and tried to bite, oblivious to the perils of sitting on the yellow line on a Friday afternoon.
Then the other day (on this same road; it's pretty long and narrow), I got stuck because there was a house in the middle of the road.
I know, it's sort of a trailer. But it's someone's idea of a house. This Dutch girl is fascinated. We were late for things both times, but it was well worth the surprise.
The storyteller in me loves this stuff. I imagine someone's having a cup of coffee on that porch right now, watching the turtle cross the road.
Happy Friday, y'all.