I was suckered into buying the “turtle kit” too. I named my turtle “Lenny”, the name of a family friend. When the turtle died, I refused to believe it. My father poked him with a Q-Tip to prove to me that he was no longer moving and had passed on. To make his death a little less traumatic for me, my parents put him in an ashtray they had taken from Caesars Palace during their trip to Las Vegas. They threw poor Lenny down the incinerator in the Caesars Palace ashtray and said, “At least he died in class”. I still remind them of this and we all get a big kick out of it (especially since we all now live in Las Vegas).