Graves was your father and you were around the age of five and playing when you noticed a baby snapping turtle so you picked it up to show your father

You:”daddy look a snapping turtle!” You held it up “he tries to bite me.”

You father just giggled softly as you put you finger near it mouth, the snapping turtle bit your finger..

You screamed and flung the turtle into the grass. “Go wash you hands!” Graves panicked. You spoke next “no.”