Tony the Tortoise

Turns out that our house guest for 20 hours is named Tony. His owner has had him since she was eight years old and no, he's not our Parnelli. She got him as a kid in SoCal and has since moved to Campbell.
The neighborhood where I found him has some sort of e-mail network and we found each other. She was in Chicago on her way to Michigan and I guess the tortoise sitter left the gate open. She was very thankful that I took Tony in and gave him a good place to hang out. I put him back in his own back yard today and made sure the gate was securely latched.
He repaid my hospitality by taking a crap on our patio and munching about a quarter of my impatiens. Even if a 40 year old tortoise doesn't have manners, it was great having him here. He was very cool. I relived part of my childhood with the desert tortoise and I did a solid for someone I've never met. All good.