One of my roommates was suddenly called away on business. This isn't your normal "go to San Francisco for a conference" kind of trip. They're flying him halfway around the world to Bangkok, where he will literally just deliver a package, then he gets on another plane to Tokyo, where he will literally just deliver a package, then he gets on another plane and comes home. All told, he will be spending around 28 hours on planes -- if not more -- for 2 hours' worth of work. At least he gets to fly business class and spend a night in each city, though he'll probably be way too jet-lagged and will not be able to enjoy himself because he will be way too disoriented to actually do anything. Either way, he's asked me to feed his turtle while he's gone. That's fine, I have no problems with feeding the turtle. I do well with animals. Except this isn't your normal animal. It's not like a cuddly animal where you can spend time with them and they'll lift your spirits and you can play with them. It swims around its tank all day. It digs around in the rocks and crap in the tank. It apparently eats. It doesn't do much else. So this morning when I woke up, I took the proper amount of some very foul-smelling pellets and dumped them into the water. The turtle, which I thought might be a little appreciative about getting fed, gave me THAT LOOK. You know the look I'm talking about. The look that says, "What do you want, bitch? Give me the food and leave me the hell alone." And to tell you the truth, I wasn't going to mess with that. Who knows if it bites?