The culprit for the poor state of the dear turtles was due to their living conditions. Which were, to put it mildly, DISGUSTING. I am having a hard time not passing judgement here. I took pictures to document. The smell of decaying matter I pulled out of the tank has made the whole house reek. I attacked the scum with gloves and a gallon of vinegar. Also, a dear dear friend who willingly pitched in, although neither of us knew what we were in for.
Bob has terrible shell rot. His shell rot looks like crater acne.
The lady turtle Candy has pneumonia and shell rot as well, though not as bad as Bob.
They are in tubs under heat lamps. They only get a couple of hours in the water a day. Candy must be given shots daily.
Somedays... I'm not so poetic nor philosophical.
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