I do stuff around the house.  Some of this stuff is fun, some necessary, and some are just what I do because no one else will.

To that end, I have an understanding with all our critters; I am the spoiler and they get spoiled.

For example, yesterday I was massaging Frisky, our 13-year-old turtle.  I do this about once a week to aid her well-being and develop my communication skills.  Typically, we chat.  Rather, I talk while she hisses and flails, though there are days she just rests and listens intently.

This was a hiss and flail type day.  While rinsing her shell, the loose pieces flaked off in every direction, and Frisky became more frantic than usual, so we took a break.  Her breathing sounded labored, kind of like Darth Vader.  She really seemed upset.  I remembered she had a spot on her belly that bothered her but she'd calmed down as I smoothed her shell.

Then, as I reached past her to fetch errant pieces of shell, that cantankerous creature stood up on her stubby hind legs and BIT ME on the abdomen.  MY belly!  Through a towel and two shirts, no less, and the bite broke the skin!  It still smarts.

What smarts more?  I haven't a clue why she felt the need to do it, nor will she ever apologize for it, and she will still expect to be spoiled.  Yes, THAT kind of understanding, like a typical teenager.

She can't explain, I can't reason with her, and it's easy to forgive her.  Funny the lessons we learn from our non-human family.  

Coming to you from my Freaking Utopia!

Have you got any funny critter stories to share?  I'd love to hear them!