I couldn't stand looking at the big empty reptile tank in my living room anymore, but at the same time I didn't want to make a mistake by buying the wrong kind of turtle. You know, those kinds of turtles that die and end up being dug up and licked by the dog. This time I was very, very careful to buy something that I thought we actually had a chance at keeping alive. It took me a long time to find just the right one.
Here's New Fred:
Jonas, as he carried his new "live reptile" box, informed us that all of our turtles are going to be named Fred. No more discussion. I'm cool with that because it means we don't have to change the headstone.
New Fred is an Asian Box Turtle, not some fancy schmancy tortoise. According to the pet store, his kind is much less tempermental and easier to take care of.
I also bought a new light and a thermometer. I'm pretty determined to not screw this one up. His tank was rather cold for a turtle who is supposed to be between 85 and 95 degrees at all times. His tank was holding steady at 80 degrees so Marty bought a heating pad to put in his basking area. Still, his tank was cold so I bought another heat lamp and I'm hoping that will do the trick.
It had better because at this point, the $85 turtle lives in a $800 mansion. Really, that's not an exaggeration.
Parents, heed this suggestion, fer reals: When your kid asks for a turtle, redirect his attention to the kittens. They're cheaper and easier.