Let this story be a lesson to you: just because you think your basking site is secure, it doesn't mean it is.
While I was at work today, Oliver's floating log moved out of its moorings (which we thought were good enough to hold it in place) and, naturally, it floated to probably the only place Oliver could have remotely escaped from. And even where it was, he must have worked pretty hard to pull this off. But that's not a surprise to any of us here.
He escaped from his stock tank, Lord knows how long ago, and took himself on a little tour of our house. (I hope he didn't fall too hard from the top of the tank because we have hardwood floors, but the top isn't even two feet from the ground, so hopefully he didn't crack his shell. He is too traumatized for me to look into this right now though.)
So why wasn't this the greatest day of his life instead of the worst day of his life? Because I found him stuck fast in a sticky roach glue trap we have on the floor of our kitchen. It's one of those paper glue traps, and it is just as wide as he is. His two little front feet were stuck to it. Having gotten my toe stuck in it before, I know how bad it sticks. (I should point out here that it has never caught a roach.)
Who knows how long he had been there. His shell was dry when I found him, but I don't know how long he was actually stuck in the trap.
The poor guy. He had gone in headfirst and all I could see was his butt and his back legs. He was a little lethargic by the time I got home and really wasn't interested in fighting me too much when I picked him up.
I knew enough not to try to pull his little arms off of the glue. Quick, frantic internet research told me that all I needed was vegetable oil. So I got a q-tip and started dabbing his little feet, and sure enough it got him right out. Now he's back in his tank. He must not have been too cold cause he only sat on his basking site (which is where I put him...once I put it back where it belonged) for about 30 seconds before he got down in the water to explore.
I'm worried about a lot of things. Here they are:
1. I used safflower oil because that was what we had. Will oil hurt his skin? I don't know how I would go about getting it off of there without soap, and even that would be assuming Oliver would let me touch him right now, and there is no way.
2. There is a little turtle skin stuck to the glue from when he no doubt struggled like crazy at first to get free, and I know he won't let me look at his arms right now because he's so freaked out. There doesn't appear to be any blood on the glue, so I don't think he ripped toooo much skin off. In any case, what should I do? Should I just keep an eye on him and watch out for infection where he was stuck? At what point will I be safe to assume his skin is OK?
3. Could the glue itself have poisoned him at all? Right now he's swimming around like one happy little turtle with a second chance at life, so he must not have been TOO cold when I found him, and he must not be too sick at the moment, but I worry about the long term.
4. Help!
I wish I had taken a picture. It was so sad and it would have even been funny if it wasn't MY turtle. But obviously I wasn't thinking about that at the time, and at that point I thought he was dead cause he wasn't moving. I only just now stopped shaking.
I hope Oliver realizes that I saved him and that I didn't set that trap to catch him and eat him. He is very skittish right now, which I can understand. Hopefully this was a bonding experience.
I feel so bad for him. CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THAT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE???


