Went to Chinatown looking for pocket watches today, picked up two nice gold-plated Bulova watches, should make nice monk presents.
Also picked up four tenants for the night... tomorrow to free them in a lake somewhere. They came in these little tacky plastic boxes and were frantically trying to escape to something a little more high-class. They calmed down a bit when I moved them to my garbage bucket - hey, turtles have standards, too. One of them is sleeping, the rest are swimming around making squirting noises.
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And no, I'm not naming them after Renaissance artists. I'm not naming them at all, I'm sure they have nice turtle names that they use to call each other in whatever language turtles speak. Or not... that's their business.