I was working occasionally for a friend of mine who did wildlife relocation. He called me one day and said that he had gotten an emergency call and he was way out in Howard Co. I was much closer.
The
manager of an apartment complex in Baltimore County had gotten a report of a
decent sized snapping turtle tied to a tree in front of an apartment. The
office manager wanted the turtle removed from the premises.
I
grabbed a big dog crate and threw it in the back of my station wagon – and off
I went. I was there in about 15 minutes although I got very turned around when
I was looking for the apartment building because it didn’t face the front of
the road. It was positioned awkwardly and faced a small stream that ran behind
the apartment complex.
I
figured that the snapping turtle, was probably a female due to the time of
year, and had climbed up out of the little creek to lay eggs. When the
occupants of the apartment saw the turtle looking for a good egg-laying spot.
They had somehow tried to tie up the turtle. Not a good idea! No matter where
you might think of tying a “leash” to a turtle, it could seriously injure the
animal.
It
looked to me like the turtle had escaped its noose and was simply lying on top
of the leash. The leash was attached to a small tree. The storm door to the
apartment was open, but the screen door was shut. I knew this was going to be
tricky and I really was not in the mood to be confronted by the occupants of
the apartment.
I
stood there with my crate, trying to figure out how I was going to grab the
turtle, put it in the crate and get out of there without being seen when the
apartment dwellers’ door sat wide open. I may be known for a lot of things,
light on my feet is not one of them!
Also,
I might add, grabbing a snapping turtle is not something to be done without
thought and consideration. This particular animal was about the size of a
dinner plate and had decent jaw power. A snapping turtle this size could easily
bite off a finger, which is probably why the office manager didn’t want it tied
to a tree!
In
order to pick up a snapping turtle safely, you need to lift it by the back end.
They have really long necks to go with the powerful jaws. So if you put your
hands on the sides of the turtle, like you would pick up most turtles, the long
neck can easily reach around and the mouth will bite you.
I
tried to be as stealthy and quick as I could be, while also being as careful as
possible. I gently lifted up the big girl, pushed it into the crate, snapped it
shut and practically took off running. It was not a pretty sight. It looked
more like waddling than running. A medium sized dog crate with a 15 pound
turtle held off to my side, and me practically goose stepping my was to the
car.
Just
when I thought I was home free – about 10 ft. from my vehicle – I heard someone
yelling to me. I turned and it was the person from the apartment. Damn! I was
caught red-handed.
“Hey!
That’s my son’s turtle!” a man yelled to me.
I
told him I was hired by the apartment complex to remove it. I didn’t know
anything about who owned what. And I scolded the guy for trying to put a leash
on a turtle.
The
guy was still running toward me as I quickly opened the back of my station
wagon and inserted one turtle.
“Who
told you to take the turtle?” The man asked again.
“The
manager of the apartments.” I answered
“Is
that where you are going?” He asked.
I
thought about it for a second. Why would I take a snapping turtle to the
office? I wouldn’t.
“Yes.”
I’m taking it to the office.” I lied.
“I’ll
meet you there.” Said the man.
“Okay.”
Not if I see you first! I hopped in the car and took off. I had no idea where
the office was in the apartment complex. My heart was racing as I pulled out of
the complex and into traffic. I kept looking in my rear view mirror expecting
that guy to be following me. I didn’t feel safe until I was back on the
highway. And then I spent a lot of time checking the rear view mirror, not that
I had any idea what kind of car that person drove.
I
took the turtle to a park near where I live and released her. She seemed a
little confused as she took in the sights of her new home. I knew there were
snapping turtles at this park so it was a nice place to let her go.
I was
still a nervous wreck as I left the park and went home. Snapping turtles will
always remind me of that day!
The
guy I worked for got a huge kick out of my story. He couldn’t believe that I
stole the turtle right out from under them. Poor thing, she just wanted to lay
her eggs in peace. Hopefully, she is still enjoying her new digs along the
banks of the Jones Falls.
