His name is Irwin. He is the size of a poker chip. A poker chip!! Thats so small!! And he is soooo cute. But sometimes, I feel that he is no longer MY turtle... I feel like my roommate has taken over responsibilities as owner. He is OBSESSED. He does homework with Irwin. And eats dinner with Irwin. And has long conversation with Irwin. And even has dreams of Irwin. Ridiculous.
