We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
They do get huge. The ones in zoos and aquariums are enough to make you stop swimming in lakes. Up to 250 lbs. and just sitting on the bottom of the lake, waiting.
I've never eaten one, but I've heard they're tasty. I've watched a cajun cooking show call Hooks, Lies, and Alibis that has made several turtle dishes that look good. Supposedly they have seven types of meat in them, whatever that means.
When I was a kid, one summer we were swimming in a pond on my grandparent's farm. I saw something plop in the water, got spooked, and ran to get my grandpa. He came over, and based on my description, hollered for my dad to bring a pole and his .22 revolver. He poked around in the water on the rushy side and a snapper latched on to it. He dragged it over and my dad put a shell in its head. Huge old snapper, took both my grandpa and my dad to lift it. I shudder to think we were swimming around where that thing might have taken a liking to our juicy pink toes. And yes, snappers are tasty because my grandparent were of the waste not want not school of thought.