Danger's first bath!
He's a month old this week. I can't even believe it. He went from looking like a tiny, beaky little turtle to looking like a... well, to looking like a round, chubby baby. He has developed some key life skills. He can now make eye contact, grab my boobs, and squirm and wiggle his way over to my feeding tanks from about a foot away. Clearly, he's a genius.
He's also a talker. He squawks and grunts and hollers away; this morning my mom likened him to a punk singer-- he makes a lot of Loud Noise and wants to Be Heard, but you aren't quite sure what he's saying. Luca Danger is born!