Driving through driving rain out of Mansfield towards Jamieson on Saturday afternoon, I was forced to veer out of the way of some sort of slow moving animal life form nonchalantly crossing the road. Realising it was a member of the usually fairly innocuous turtle family, I swung the car around and pulled over next to it, in order to help it avoid an untimely and messy demise at the hands and tyres of a speeding fool in a pick-up.
I hurried over to the turtle - an Eastern Snake-Necked Turtle as it turns out - as it quietly removed its head, legs and tail from view by, as you might've guessed, withdrawing into its shell. I picked it up, peered inside (noticing it had closed its eyes in a clever attempt to overcome the perceived danger), and placed it in long grass as far from the road as I could without scaling the fence of the adjacent farm. As I began walking back to where I'd parked, somewhat satisfied with the outcome, I became increasingly aware of a terrible smell, which seemed to gain intensity as I approached the car.
"What the fuck is that smell?" asked the Missus as I seated myself in the car.
"I don't know," I confessed, wondering where it was coming from.
"Oh Jesus Christ, that's disgusting!"
"What is that smell?" asked the kid, screwing up his nose in the back seat. "That's disgusting!"
"I know! I don't know what it is!" I protested, bringing my hands to my nose in order to sniff them, on the increasing suspicion that the smell was somehow related to the turtle.
"Oh Jesus Christ!" I screamed, aghast. "It's all over my hands! It was the fucking turtle!"
"Really?"
"Oh, that little fucker! He must've crawled through sewerage or something."
"Well you can't stay in the car like that!"
I jumped out of the car and wiped my hands on the long wet grass by the side of the road. Predictably, it achieved nothing. So I was politely asked to ride in the car with my hands protruding from the front window which made it pretty difficult to drive. Once we reached our destination it took several hours of scrubbing with various soaps, detergents and antiseptics to rid myself of that diabolical odour.
Once I was satisfied I no longer smelled like a bucket of shit, piss and vomit that had been left in the sun for 6 months and had been infested with filthy blowfly maggots and trillions of maladorous bacteria, I did some quick research into the turtle. Here's an extract from Wikipedia:
When it feels threatened, this turtle (the Eastern or Common Snake-Necked Turtle) will emit an offensive smelling fluid from its musk glands. This trait gives the turtle one of its other common names, "stinker."
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Here's Charlotte Gainsbourg and Beck with Heaven Can Wait:
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No good deed goes unpunished.
And that's one of the funniest things you've ever written Bob.
Bahahaaha!
And now for some more turtle fun.
What Puss and Ramon said.
Did I miss the segue to the video clip?
That's a great clip.
Weird as hell, but great.
Lewd, you gave me a good laugh so I am really glad you got turtled
Music videos. Who make them? The form is often better than the content
Completely O/T, but Squib, are you into scrapbooking/die cutting by any chance?
Puss, am I that naff?
I can probably answer any crafty questions you have though
Scrapbooking/die cutting is naff? Damn - I am doomed then!
Send me an email to pussinboots06 at gmail dot com, and I will tell you what I need to know! Alex is kindly checking with her mother, too.
I love turtles (less so, stinky ones). I kept one of these critters as a pet when I was little. One day I found another turtle and decided mine wanted a friend. That's how I learned that not all turtles are strong swimmers.
I hope everyone wore a crinoline to work today. I'd feel like a real dill if I was the only one.
Ramon, any cursory thought on the election? Seems like it hasn't taken long to hit the gutter.
Alex, is your Avatar wearing a crinoline?
Very flash.
And too early to say anything meaningful yet about the Victorian state election.
Maybe we could have a regular "Ask Squib" section.
Alex, is your Avatar wearing a crinoline?
I'm impressed you could tell, Ramon.
Oh, and...
Song: 8
Video: 9
Turtle riding kitten: 10
So kind of like a skunk-turtle, Bob?
And bugger I forgot to wear my crinoline today. I'll wear it tomorrow.
Yeah I bin turtled. And that kitten sure know how to ride a tortoise.
kind of like a skunk-turtle
My thoughts precisely. I'm calling for all animals to attend some sort of adult eduction class to teach them when humans are being nice to them. It would avoid all sorts of misunderstandings resulting in bites, scratches and emissions of foul odours.
Maybe we could have a regular "Ask Squib" section.
Well I do know everything
Dear Squib,
Why do people care so much about cars?
Regards,
Confused, Windsor.
Dear Squib,
Where did the little plastic bits from the legs of my table get to?
Dear Squib,
Why does the ANZ logo look like a person doing the "I don't know" gesture?
Dear Squib,
Which candidate is worthy of my vote in the upcoming NSW election?
Like the video clip more than the song. Thanks for the heads up on the turtles, will remember to pick them up using a towel from now on.
Dear Squib,
Who will win the Melbourne Cup today?
Thank you,
Desperate to Win
Dear Windsor, some people say it's only a lump of metal and you can't take it with you when you go but they are in fact wrong. Charon now takes cars to the underworld (I know I want City Safety and a Blind Spot Information System when I cross over) and his ferry is also now equipped with a snacks bar and souvenir shop
Dear Alex, you ate them. You thought they were pretzels
Dear Puss, they don't know where they put your money
Dear Patch, Keneally is a good solid Irish name
Dear Wari, so you think I would know that? You must be some kind of Americain descarado in a shoot out. Hiding the winner in a cryptic answer (using a code based on the Pythagorean theorem) would be setting a shocking precedence. Zeus would be really pissed at me
Thanks, Squib. I guess that explains the indigestion, too.
Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!
Dear Squib,
Does one sit 'in' someone's lap or 'on' someone's lap?
Stumped, Sydney.
Dear Kettle, according to the Shorter Oxford (the last word on words)you can sit either in or on a lap. However, I can't help but feel that sitting in a lap is a bit indecent
Thank you, I'm with you. Dictionaries are so permissive these days, aren't they?
Dear Squib,
Why is it every time I'm invited to a Cup Day B-B-Q I think "oooo, al fresco dining, how lovely. Nothing can go wrong with the weather.
In Melbourne.
In Spring"
Drenched, Melbourne.
Ramon. My brother lives in Parkdale and has resided in Melbourne for the last 20 years and he loves it. We had an office there (in Kew, where I picked up my fractured Yiddish) for 5 years and I have been (less so the last 10 years) a frequent visitor. I love the pubs, restaurants, sport and Melbourne people in general.
But fuck me, doesn't the weather suck.
Oh mighty squib. What has happened to Perseus?
Ramon, a rhetorical question
Melba, Perseus has moved on to bigger and brighter things but you may still catch a glimpse of him on the horizon, looking north, very late at night
No, I really want to know.
Am I an incurable optimist or just dumb?
You? An optimist? Hah!
Well that's me told then.
Thanks squib. Done in true impenetrable oracle style!
Nothing worse than an impenetrable oracle.
Not orifice Bob.
Bob, it's posts like these that are keeping me sane right now.
Ta.
Dear Squib,
Why is there no chocolate left in my cupboard?
Disgruntled Chocoholic, North London
Dear Disgruntled,
Rats! Your cupboard is swarming with giant swashbuckling rodents with a penchant for Terry's chocolate oranges
Fecking rodents.
Why can't they buy their own?
Why can't they buy their own?
Maybe they have trouble getting the small change out of their pockets without opposable thumbs?
If rats ever evolve opposable thumbs, I think we're all screwed. Likewise for cats.
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