Snapping Turtles on the Way to Church

Snapping turtles don’t frequent houses of worship. Instead, in my childhood town, late spring, they’d bring church traffic to a standstill, crawling into the middle of the road to Blessed Sacrament. Then they’d freeze there, perhaps defiant, confused, or simply oblivious to blaring horns and muttered curses. Some men would stay far back and poke […]