Pulp can move, baby!

Err, I mean, turtles can move, baby, when they really wanna.

: )

Driving on one of the shelter roads this afternoon at Wayne Fitzgerrell State Park, I see this little guy/gal in the middle of the road.

So I’m thinking: Turtle! Cool!

I throw the car into park, grab the camera and get out. Soon as I do, though, the turtle picks up the pace. I’m pleased, though, ’cause I was half-expecting it to duck ’n’ cover, pull its head, legs and tail into the shell and ignore me.

Instead, it fairly scampers over the grass and then sits there, looking warily at me but giving no indication that it intends to hide.

Turtles are cool.

: )