This turtle is going nowhere with his life.

Just check back later, he'll still be here.

I almost want to step on him. I have stepped on a bunch of wriggling flies lately though. No, I haven't. I feel bad for them. I think the weather gets cold and they go in and out of comas on the floor. Wriggling like that is so disturbing. If you were a fly and suddenly it got cold and you fell onto the floor and went into a coma and then sometimes woke up just to feel yourself wriggling uncontrollably you'd want someone to step on you. But then you'd see someone towering above you with your 15 thousand eyes and maybe you'd be too scared to keep wishing you were stepped on. If you were a fly you'd want to be able to fly and then if you couldn't do that you'd be so pissed off that maybe you'd just start wriggling uncontrollably. Then someone with a mop would come by and mop you. And then you'd smell like Pine-Sol.