The eastern box turtle, I presume. I am no herpetologist and don't aspire to be. But who can resist that face? This fellow was out in my yard as I was leaving for work one morning this past week. He made me think back to my first few years in graduate school. I was attempting to do some DNA work on box turtles. We would try to get the DNA from the turtle's blood. Now, imagine how hard it was for me to prevent the turtle from closing his shell before I drew his blood. Many times my needle would be "snapped" by the shell shutting. It was a real pain to say the least.
The eastern box turtle, I presume. I am no herpetologist and don't aspire to be. But who can resist that face? This fellow was out in my yard as I was leaving for work one morning this past week. He made me think back to my first few years in graduate school. I was attempting to do some DNA work on box turtles. We would try to get the DNA from the turtle's blood. Now, imagine how hard it was for me to prevent the turtle from closing his shell before I drew his blood. Many times my needle would be "snapped" by the shell shutting. It was a real pain to say the least.
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