When tortoises attack

I was about nine years old. His name was Turbo. He liked lettuce and water and walking in the grass. We got along well, until THE DAY.

I still don’t know what I did, but he rose up and hissed at me. Yes, I realise that he was a tortoise but they are actually really scary in a prehistoric sort of way. Like crocodiles minus the teeth*

And now I know I’m not alone.

News out of Uganda: “In a bizarre incident in Nebbi district, a policeman says he was attacked by an aggressive tortoise at his home.”


*At least to nine year-old me.

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