Not the Mutant Ninja variety, but an actual turtle graced our home with her presence recently. One morning the kids ran outside to play and not 2 seconds later they come storming back in, “Mom, Mom, MOM!” Why do kids not wait for a reply? My kids don’t even give me a chance to reply before the “mom” is screamed in their loudest, shrillest voice possible. I digress. “There’s a turtle outside!” Okay, I thought. There’s probably a cute little turtle out on the street. We’ll go check it out. Boy, was I wrong.  Isn’t she gorgeous? Her shell was bigger than a basketball, I’d say. She was in our flower…