City husband's secretary was driving to work when she almost ran over a rock.
Only it wasn't a rock.
It was Myrtle...
Myrtle wandered around the office until s/he did it's business on the middle of the floor.
Then s/he went in a box...the box came to our house.
That husband is always bringing critters home.
Myrtle was studied, examined, and then released.
Now Myrtle is living by a lovely creek far away from roads.