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.