Levi is my 4 year old Leopard tortoise. I've had him since he was 4 weeks old.
He went from behaving like a pretty rock--> to the standard, active tortoise --> to a feisty tortoise all by his 3rd birthday. Well, shortly after turning 4 this past spring he went from feisty to unbelievably aggressive! Yikes!
He hates me. I thought it was just my pink crocs he wanted to destroy. But I now know that no matter my footwear, he aims to take me down.
I just can't take the abuse anymore. My ankles hurt and black and blue is not flattering on me.
In all fairness, I'm not his only target. The firewood pile, the air conditioning unit (and the repair man), an art easel and water being sprayed from the hose have all been subjected to his hatred. He has yet to turn on the children but I can't allow it to get that far. He must be stopped.
So, Levi must say goodbye to the backyard. He will no longer have unlimited free reign.
He's going from this:
To this:
..prison..
The side yard is being converted into his jail cell. It looks awful right now because I spent the day raking up debris, clearing the non-tort friendlies and leveling the ground. Measuring at 5ft wide and, well I didn't measure the length, it's a step down for sure. There's no food growing yet and unfortunately it's the East side of the house. The exact reasons I was never going to put him there to begin with.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
A few supplies:
The level ground for his heated house:
But because I still like the shelled monster, he will get a tortoise door in the fence to his cell. That way he can still enjoy yard time. When I have the steel toe boots on!
Updates shared as I complete them unless a hospital stay for ankle surgery delays the progress.
If looks could kill
He went from behaving like a pretty rock--> to the standard, active tortoise --> to a feisty tortoise all by his 3rd birthday. Well, shortly after turning 4 this past spring he went from feisty to unbelievably aggressive! Yikes!
He hates me. I thought it was just my pink crocs he wanted to destroy. But I now know that no matter my footwear, he aims to take me down.
I just can't take the abuse anymore. My ankles hurt and black and blue is not flattering on me.
In all fairness, I'm not his only target. The firewood pile, the air conditioning unit (and the repair man), an art easel and water being sprayed from the hose have all been subjected to his hatred. He has yet to turn on the children but I can't allow it to get that far. He must be stopped.
So, Levi must say goodbye to the backyard. He will no longer have unlimited free reign.
He's going from this:
To this:
..prison..
The side yard is being converted into his jail cell. It looks awful right now because I spent the day raking up debris, clearing the non-tort friendlies and leveling the ground. Measuring at 5ft wide and, well I didn't measure the length, it's a step down for sure. There's no food growing yet and unfortunately it's the East side of the house. The exact reasons I was never going to put him there to begin with.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
A few supplies:
The level ground for his heated house:
But because I still like the shelled monster, he will get a tortoise door in the fence to his cell. That way he can still enjoy yard time. When I have the steel toe boots on!
Updates shared as I complete them unless a hospital stay for ankle surgery delays the progress.
If looks could kill
