Seymor came into my life in 1979. He was on the highway in Texas, at the Western most portion of the Eastern Box Turtle's range. Today I would probably just move him away from the road but in those days I didn't see any problem with taking him from the wild. He's been with me ever since. He hasn't grown any bigger. I suspect he was in his teens when I found him. He spent some years being called Susie when I misunderstood the gender indications. His undershell isn't that concave. Then I saw the shell of a female, which is really convex, and he went back to being Seymor, with my profuse apologies.

Seymor climbs his walls. When he wants down he just lets go and falls. He often lands upside down. It's a frightening sound, when you first hear it, because you think he's going to crack, but if it hurt he wouldn't keep doing it. He's quite adept at flipping back over. His neck muscles are strong and he has a special plate on his head to push with. Sometimes he seems to be in a place he can't right himself from, but before I can get to him he's right-side up again. In fact getting these shots of him upside down was a challenge. If he wasn't such a ham I might not have gotten them. The last shot shows him starting to flip himself.

Seymor really likes cantelope. In late Spring, I'll get him two melons. I'll cut each into chunks and them into a sandwich bags. I'll freeze all but one bag. I give him a chunk or two each day, with his lettuce. This keeps him in melon until he's ready to hibernate again. He also loves cherries, I mean he really loves cherries. When I give him one I'll cut it in half and put it atop his lettuce. He'll literally come running to get it. The only thing he loves more than cherries is Miller's moths. One year we had a glut of them and one night I caught 21 of them for him. I had to wake him to get the first one, but once he ate it he got so excited he'd pinch my fingers taking the rest. I don't know where he put them all, but he ate every one.