So we're minding our own business on a beautiful May afternoon when a gentleman in a brown suit with a bald head and long gray hair appears at the foot of our driveway (is this really happening again?).
Something important must have captured his attention, because he pulled his car off to the side of the road to investigate.
A large snapping turtle is trying to cross the street and the bald guy in the brown suit, who we initially thought was a census worker, is obviously concerned for its safety.
He reaches for the turtle and jumps back in a panicked fashion, like the turtle is going to chase him. He doesn't just step back when the turtle snaps at him; he literally does a quick little run away before returning to the turtle.
A woman in light blue polyester pants now appears after pulling her car to the side of the road, and she's now consulting with the bald guy in the brown suit. After a quick conversation, the woman picks up the turtle like she's carrying a bag of limestone, and deposits the turtle over the guardrail and into the safety of the woods.
It was quite a sight — the bald guy in the brown suit and the woman in the light blue polyester pants, hunched over the guardrail, butts in the air, watching the snapping turtle move on from his interruption.
Crazy stuff and we don't even have to leave the house.