This is me, a wood turtle, a thousand dollar aquarium in a warm apartment, basking beneath a hot lamp. Through the thin walls I can hear the soft touch of the snowplow. That is where I am going, outside, the voltaic farness:
…And Races Down To Confirm This Strange Sighting: A Human In Winter. November through February or March is spent in hibernation at the bottom of a small, flowing river. The wood turtle may hibernate alone or in large groups. During this period, individuals bury themselves in the thick mud and rarely move. Emergence does not occur until March or sometimes April.
Bear and Foxes galore spinning the waves — but never any humans.