I read this recently on the 'net and thought I would share it.
Bringing Him Home
Imagine for a minute that Godzilla suddenly opened the roof of your home, grabbed you by the shirt collar and picked you up in the air. The big gorilla drags you through the air at 5,000 feet, with your arms and legs waving around helplessly, and sets you down in a brand new, empty, unfurnished home in Kansas. He puts a hamburger on the table, and then stares at you through the windows, asking, "You like your new home?"
Of course you don't. You're scared out of your gourd. The last thing you want to do is eat. This big hairy fella could grab you again at any minute. You have no idea what he wants from you, or what's going to happen next. You'd probably try to find a room with no windows, shut the door, and try to calm yourself down.
That's exactly how your new turtle feels. He's terrified. The poor guy has no clue what's going on, he probably doesn't really like his Tupperware container (or whatever you have him in), and you won't leave him alone long enough for him to get his act together.
