Dreaming of Dancing Burritos

A spot of photography: Squirtle
May 27, 2009, 3:46 pm
Filed under: awesome, tartol diary, tartolz

Squirt’s been with me for quite some time now and I’m just happy that he’s still the grumpy, hungry turtle that I bought from Megamall Bio Research after Ryan accidentally dropped him and I cried…gah, it’s a long story.

Even though he made me bawl my eyes out once, he’s (the vet finally confirmed that Squirtle is indeed a ‘he’) still my beloved baby turtle. And he’s grown a lot ❤

Thanks to my bro for lending me his SLR.


Yay, a new tartol post!
October 7, 2008, 12:18 am
Filed under: tartol diary, tartolz

It’s been a long while since I blogged about my red-eared slider, Squirtle (or Tartol, as he is most fondly called in this household). He’s doing fine, and his shell has grown to about four inches long in length.

He gave me a momentary scare, though, when he suddenly stopped eating just recently. I checked him for signs of disease, but could find none: he had good, clear eyes, hard shell, and most of all he was as feisty as ever. Turns out that he just got tired of his usual brand of pellets, and the problem was rectified by getting a different brand of turtle food and by soaking the pellets in smelly, disgusting mackerel juice before giving them to Squirt. He’s now eating happily, as always.

So far he’s doing good, but I don’t know any veterinarian whom I can approach in the event that Squirt gets sick or something. Does someone know a vet who is knowledgeable in treating turtles? D: The vets I asked so far only deal with mammals. Boo.


June 28, 2008, 12:27 pm
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Tartol Diary: New Digs

Seeing as how Squirtle is too cramped in his previous container I decided to give him new digs, and I shopped around earlier for the materials. This is what I came up with: a roomier container for Squirtle with a platform for him to bask on and just chill.

Left: his new house with the screening as cover; Right: Squirtle hiding underneath the basking platform created using a couple of lettering guides (lol) and aluminum tape.

I’m still using his old cage (the one pictured in the previous post) as his feeding container. Speaking of feeding I’m relieved that Squirtle’s eating his food; I was worried about him refusing to eat due to stress brought about by getting a new home. I’m currently feeding him fish food that’s been recommended by the pet shop employee I talked with.

In any case, this will be his home until he outgrows it (I hope it proves to be a long while before that). I’m thinking of adding other stuff to his crib, like putting those tiny bamboo plants inside and propping them up with rocks (mid-sized to large rocks, gravel is a no-go and may kill Squirt if he eats them). If I remember correctly, those bamboo plants thrive in water only…yes? Squirt can also feed off the leaves, I guess.

My parents were not too thrilled about the existence of Squirtle, however. I just told them that I got a new turtle as a pet, and my mom shrilled over the phone for me to return him to whoever gave him to me. Something about “bad luck.” Meh. They’ll have to put up Squirt’s (almost imperceptible) presence; he’s here, and I brought him here. And there’s no “I’m your mom, and I have the right” shit, because I run this house and pay most of the bills here.


June 27, 2008, 1:11 pm
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Tartol Diary: Squirtle goes home

I brought home a turtle today because I cried. The whole story won’t make sense, so I’ll just refrain from retelling it here.

The turtle’s name is Squirtle, but I think the monicker “Tartol” will stick more, given time.

Also, he is not to be licked.