I had a female Snapper who came through my yard every spring to lay her eggs in the wetland on the other side of the ridge.
Sometimes she miscalculated and didn’t make it under the gate to up through the pasture and would get “stuck” bumping against the fence.
I picked her up and carried her to the gate so she could go on her way.
Last year, some nasty bastard nearly hit the concrete wall of the neighbor’s house as she tried to cross the road, just so he could kill her.
She’d been here as long as I have, 31 years, and never once acted the least bit unpleasant.
The sight of her, on her back, crushed and ruined on the side of the road, broke my heart.
She was part of our little hamlet and everyone mourned her death.
I have stopped on the road a number of times to move a snapper across the road so that they would not get run over.
Every time they have tried to take a piece out of me.
I don’t hold it against them, it is a natural defense reaction.
You just have to know how to pick them up.