Driving into work this morning, I saw a small box turtle on the road. He was in the middle of my lane, and I didn't see him in time to stop, so I carefully straddled him, then turned around to go back and move him off the road. For some reason, many people find sport in hitting a turtle, so I try to move every one I can find.*
*[When I say I do turtle rescue, I have to confess to a certain prejudice. I tried to save a snapping turtle once and he kept biting at me. Now, I limit my efforts to BOX turtles only.]
This was a fairly young guy, so I took the opportunity to lecture him on highway safety.
"Stay off the road, little turtle," I admonished. "It is a very dangerous place to be." I set him down on the grassy verge, taking him in the direction he had been heading.
As I turned back toward my car, I thought I saw the adolescent "eye roll." I definitely heard a sigh and a muttered, "WhatEVER."
Teenagers. You can't tell them anything.