i found this box turtle on the beach. when i was little we use to go out with fritzi the dachsund searching for turtles. she would dig down in the leaves and find them. it must have traumatized the poor souls, but they would just clamp shut, sealed so well they would float, and wait. we took them home and made a corral and put in huts and rocks and plants and stuff and wait. in a little while the little nose would peek out and then the legs and the turtle would calmly emerge and go about exploring. mostly i think they would wander off when we weren't looking, but one that psycho kid hung in the tree in the front yard, and i think that's what this turtle today reminded me of.