We made it back to the hotel with our new little companions and immediately went up to our room, filled up our sink and let them swim around and play with each other. After a good hour of watching them swim around the sink, it was time to put them back in their cages and settle down for bed. Taylor’s mom, Traci told us that we should call the airport to assure we were allowed to bring the turtles on the plane with us. That phone call would change our plans drastically. A lady at the airport informed us that we were not allowed to bring the turtles on the plane with us because they considered it a health issue.
We were devastated. It was as if someone ran over our family dog and we had no clue what was going to become of the little turtles once we had to leave. So the next day, we started coming up with plans. Our first plan was to smuggle the turtles onto the plane with us in our bags, but we realized that wouldn’t work out too well with all the security checks we had to go through in the airport. Our second plan was to find someone that would be willing to take the turtles home with them and care for them. But we weren’t leaving for another couple of days so we decided we would find them a home later.
The day of our departure, we packed up all of our belongings and brought the turtles down to the front desk where a tall, dark haired woman sat behind a computer. We asked her if she would know anyone that would be interested in adopting two baby turtles since we were unable to bring them back home with us. Her eyes lit up and she excitedly said that she would love to take the turtles home with her. We were extremely relieved. We said our goodbyes to our shortly-known pets and were on our way. We arrived at the airport, checked in our bags, got through security and were seated on the plane.
Little did we know, we would be sitting on that plane for the next four hours. There was a thunderstorm passing through that the pilot thought too dangerous to fly through. After what seemed like an eternity, we lifted off and made our way to the Minneapolis airport where we had missed our connecting flight and had to stay in the airport overnight. I can’t express the relief that we had not tried to smuggle the baby turtles on the plane with us. They probably would not have lived through the hassle we went through. Everything happens for a reason, and I’m very glad that things happened the way they did.