Tad, a good deed.
And, as usual, one that did not go unpunished - my finger still hurts.
I've done this too and have wondered if I had really helped.
Hard to go wrong escorting them across the road if that's their goal.
Just hate to see them run over.
But there's no shortage of psychopaths who love to see them run over.
Maybe a couple dozen years ago there was a Box Turtle on the shoulder trying to cross Harry S Truman Parkway at the dip at about:
38°58'45.72" N 076°33'28.99" W
I was headed NW and pulled over beyond it as a woman heading SE did the same thing. We both got out of our cars like mirror images and before either of us could take a step a SE bound pickup truck swerved over and smashed it. Both of us would've happily unloaded a banana clip into that motherfucker's back window if we'd been equipped to do it.
On the other end of the spectrum... I remember reading in the local paper about a sixteen year old girl severely injured after swerving to miss one.
When I moved into this area as a twelve year old in 1966 Box Turtles were EVERYWHERE. My Golden Retriever would bring one home and dump it in the garage a couple of times a week. When I started driving I'd hafta allow an extra ten minutes a trip for stops to pull them off the road. Now years go by between the times I see them.
On 2013/06/23 there was a half grown one trying to commit suicide on the same road at about:
38°59'00.85" N 076°34'24.02" W
By the time I could get my driver to pull over another half dozen cars had gone by but the last one stopped and a woman got out and took it across. (I guess one out of six ain't bad and that I should be thankful that either none of the others were smashers or, if they were, really sucked at their hobby.)
When Matt suckered me down to his lair in the late spring of 2009 I was on my way on the dirt road to the training hills when I rounded a turn and drove both right Passat tires over a four foot Rat Snake. I was horrified and jumped out of the car and picked it up but could find nothing wrong with it.
Took it to the hills with me and watched Matt's students practicing for unhooked launches and the snake was looking and behaving fine - although I was positive I had run it over. Took me the better part of an hour to detect evidence of a little injury but it was still looking great when I dumped it on the way back out.
And then several days later Dale of John and Dale Stokes was driving me to their place so's I could play with their birds. We were winding along the road behind a flatbed semi and were getting ready to rescue a Box Turtle but the last set of tires smashed it in front of us.
Sorry to end on that note but that was the chronology.