The Turtle Goddess Scarfing Fistfuls of Lettuce

To be Grabbed at by Every Squirrel and Monkey He was startled, entering his own kitchen, to discover her kneeling in front of the open refrigerator and rummaging through the vegetable bin. She had been gone for weeks. Now, unannounced, she was back, pulling fistfuls of lettuce from his fridge and cramming them into her mouth, unrinsed. He recognized her immediately, frozen in his fascinated stare. Eventually he cleared his throat, to announce his presence. She did not respond immediately, but eventually turned her head toward him, very, very slowly; still munching leaves. She said nothing, just eyed him, forcing him to break the silence. “I worried you were dead or something”. She continued to chew, continued her silence, scanning him, up and down. The refrigerator had one of those “Door Open” alarms. The intermittent buzz was the only other sound to accompany her chewing and gulping. She did not respond, turning away from him and back to the vegetables. “I t...