VJRDuran
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Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve had Scooter climb into my fleece and flannel shirts, digging down into my sleeves. I think I sent pictures of him in my fleece hoodie, and today it’s my red flannel shirt.
So, not being too thrilled with the idea of Scooter possibly digging holes into my clothes, I ran to the thrift store, bought the biggest ugliest flannel shirt I could buy and brought it home. I put it on and picked up Scooter to see what he would do. Repeatedly he got away from that shirt. (I hadn’t washed it yet and carried some cologne type smell.) So, while still wearing Scooter’s shirt, I draped my shirt across my knees to see what he would do. He got away from his shirt and crawled back into mine.
Question: does he recognize the scent of his people and finds comfort in crawling into the clothes carrying our scent? If so, I guess I’ll be wearing his shirt for a while until my scent is all over it, and then perhaps he will dig into it and sleep. Would like to know what you think about that.
If I could carry on a conversation with our tortoise, this is probably would it would have sounded like:
Me: Look Scooter, the sun is out and it is so warm!
Scooter: Yeah, whatever.
Me: Scooter, don't you like the warmth?
Scooter: I sniff your shirt. Smells like you.
Me: Where do you want to go?
Scooter: I crawl into your hands.
Me: (Scooter works his way up to my chest.) Where are you going?
Scooter: I crawl inside your shirt. It's warm. Smells like you.
Me: O-Kay... this is interesting. Hey! You're going down my sleeve!
Scooter: Yep, sleeve nice. Cozy. Smells good.
Me: "Daughter, I need help!"
Scooter: NO!!! Don't pull me out!
Me: I'll tell you what, I'll go to the thrift store and buy you your own flannel shirt. You can claw and dig and bury all you want in it.
Scooter: I don't know....
Me (Later, wearing Scooter's own shirt.) Look Scooter, here is your very own shirt.
Scooter: Yuck. Doesn't smell like you. I don't like it. I crawl into your shirt. (Makes his way down to my lap where my shirt was.)
Me: Well, I guess we wash your shirt, and I wear it until it smells like me.
Scooter: I go back into your shirt.
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So, not being too thrilled with the idea of Scooter possibly digging holes into my clothes, I ran to the thrift store, bought the biggest ugliest flannel shirt I could buy and brought it home. I put it on and picked up Scooter to see what he would do. Repeatedly he got away from that shirt. (I hadn’t washed it yet and carried some cologne type smell.) So, while still wearing Scooter’s shirt, I draped my shirt across my knees to see what he would do. He got away from his shirt and crawled back into mine.
Question: does he recognize the scent of his people and finds comfort in crawling into the clothes carrying our scent? If so, I guess I’ll be wearing his shirt for a while until my scent is all over it, and then perhaps he will dig into it and sleep. Would like to know what you think about that.
If I could carry on a conversation with our tortoise, this is probably would it would have sounded like:
Me: Look Scooter, the sun is out and it is so warm!
Scooter: Yeah, whatever.
Me: Scooter, don't you like the warmth?
Scooter: I sniff your shirt. Smells like you.
Me: Where do you want to go?
Scooter: I crawl into your hands.
Me: (Scooter works his way up to my chest.) Where are you going?
Scooter: I crawl inside your shirt. It's warm. Smells like you.
Me: O-Kay... this is interesting. Hey! You're going down my sleeve!
Scooter: Yep, sleeve nice. Cozy. Smells good.
Me: "Daughter, I need help!"
Scooter: NO!!! Don't pull me out!
Me: I'll tell you what, I'll go to the thrift store and buy you your own flannel shirt. You can claw and dig and bury all you want in it.
Scooter: I don't know....
Me (Later, wearing Scooter's own shirt.) Look Scooter, here is your very own shirt.
Scooter: Yuck. Doesn't smell like you. I don't like it. I crawl into your shirt. (Makes his way down to my lap where my shirt was.)
Me: Well, I guess we wash your shirt, and I wear it until it smells like me.
Scooter: I go back into your shirt.
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