My wife called me at work last night and said that she found a turtle in the driveway. She was wondering if you could do CPR or mouth to mouth on a turtle. When she learned it was a baby Snapping Turtle, she withdrew the question.
He escaped from his bowl, perhaps with the assistance of the cat that hates me, but was recaptured this morning after spending the night under the fridge. (We looked everywhere, even finding a GameBoy that had been lost since Christmas.)
Mr. Snapper is home in the weeds near Rush Creek now.