Strange

What a strange day. I got to work, and the building was closed. No water, and thus, no air conditioning. The Big Software Launch was today, so we intrepid few stayed anyway, fighting the clock and 95 degree heat whilst the servers politely melted.

Then the tornados came. Or tornado warning, which is unusual enough around here. Power lines down, benches blown over, little whorls of superfast litter in the street.

And to top it off, I rescued three snapping turles from the road. It's egg-laying day in snappingturtleland, and several turtlemammas thought our dirt road looked like ye olde ancestral breeding ground. Ever try to pick up a snapping turtle the size of a garbage can lid using only a cattail and your shoe? Ever pick up a CD-sized snapping turtle in the act of bravely stomping out in front of a BUS, only to have it kick you and pee on your foot? Ever pick up a mousepad-sized turtle from the edge of the road, and reveal five ghostly white ping-pong ball eggs in a hole beneath her? This was my day.

Also, the cow-orkers and I saw a spotted fawn and his mom hanging out in the parking lot. Nature perserve librarian, y'all. It gets no better. Execpt for the turtle pee, which stains.