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Wednesday, February 28, 2001
A week or so ago I had a day where I was home and kept hearing a noise coming vaguely from the direction of my turtle, Progo's tank. It was a strange, sort of low, chirp-like sound, and I couldn't discern whether it was coming from Progo himself or from something nearby, like the refrigerator or something. I became almost convinced that Progo had an upper respiratory infection and was probably dying, and that this noise was his desperate wheezing. (This is still a possibility, because the little bugger doesn't eat anything except cat food and bananas, which is supposed to be a very bad diet for turtles), but eventually the noise stopped and I forgot about it.

Today, I heard the same sound coming from right in front of me on the computer desk.
It was my sister's cell phone. "Why's it DOING that?" I shrieked.
She shrugged. "It chirps."

Holy CHRIST.