Spike

When I was about eight years old I had a turtle named Spike. We took her on vacation with us one year and she ran away. It was one of my saddest childhood memories. This past Sunday as we were driving home from church we saw a turtle on the road. We rescued him and brought him home. Of course I named him Spike. Yesterday when I came home from lunch Asher looked into the place where we keep Spike and he exclaimed "two Spikes". Indeed there are now two Turtles. We aren't exactly sure where the second came from. Asher named her Lois. The flower box behind Asher in this picture is where they are living.