Ahhh, springtime in Virginia, which means it's turtle-moving season.
On the way back from dropping Things 1 & 2 at school today, another driver flashed her lights at me as I pulled into my neighborhood. Our neighborhood is not the sort for downed trees or construction, so I knew instantly what it was.
And I was right. It was a box turtle. I slowed down as not to hit the turtle as it crossed the road, a great spring pastime of Virginian box turtles, and then I hit my four-ways, picked that sucker up, and carried it to the other side to safety.
I noticed that the other driver waited at the stop sign, looking over her shoulder, until she made sure that I had not made it into a turtle pancake.
I would've done the same.