Not that kind of addition, as is clearly illustrated by the lack of blood and tears in this post.
PD went to a gun show today with her father and grandfather and came home with a small, soft shelled turtle named Snake.
When the hell people started hawking turtles at gun shows, I can't tell you. While the turtle is cute, he'll likely outlive me and evidently carries a risk of Salmonella. I have washed my child's hands five times in the last two hours.
Feast your eyes on Snake, the disease riddled flavor of the month.