Maya always lets us know when our little friend has returned for his yearly visit. The first summer we lived in the house I found the teeniest, tiniest baby turtle struggling to work its way across the dirt clods that made up the lot next door. It was only about an 1" long. Every summer for the past two we've been visited by a turtle and I always wonder if it is that same little guy from the first year. I don't know why but it makes me really happy to see him each year. Maybe it makes me feel a little bit less like I'm trapped in suburbia.