So there I was, hoping for a day without any rescues...feet up and watching American Idol and I hear my own two babies freaking out in the Simpang (that's my two dogs...not actual babies!). So being a kinda nice person, I abandoned Syesha and went out to investigate what was making my babies so upset.
They were pacing around a bush and my first thought was a snake. At this point, I should point out two things. My first encounter with a snake in Brunei involved my dogs barking at something under my car...ahhh poor pussy cat (she says) and I got on all fours and stuck my head under the car to find a spitting black cobra in the strike position, flaring its hood in my direction. My other point is, like most people and anyone who knows me will agree, bugs and reptiles I will not touch or have them touch me! Ohhhhhh Nooooooo.
Anyway, after a few minutes of 'beating round the bush' - literally, no snake was coming out and attacking me so I pulled apart the bushes and found....wait for it......a tortoise! Yep a tortoise. OK I tell myself...I can do this...it is already retracted into its shell so I won't actually be touching the slimey bits...unless it pops its head and legs back out while I am carrying it...was it worth the risk...absolutely not!
So I came back into the house and prepared myself for carrying a tortoise. How - I put on my son's football gloves, rubber gloves on top of them and finally three carrier bags on each hand and I went back out into the Simpang and picked the thing up. I carried it (at the longest possible arms length and placed it over a fence back into the jungle.
And the dogs...not very smart my dogs...they were still in the original bush looking for it...and I missed the end of American Idol...oh well!
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