I had this bright idea to head on over to Pet Provisions in Brighton to get Brooklyn a special pet. A little turtle. We drove out to Brighton and started chatting with one of the shop’s employees… and come to find out they would make us sign a waiver to bring one of those little green things home because they’re so high in semanilla. “They’re like licking raw chicken”, she said. The safer turtle is the tortoise. Better yet, the Russian Tortoise who only get the size of your extended hand. The other breed gets hundreds of pounds and lives for up to 200 years.. uh, yeah. No thanks. The Russians were out of stock and ran for a whopping $160… again, no thanks. So.. needless to say Brooklyn ended up with no turtle.
But we did buy a blue crowntail betta and named it sushi.
