My four year old daughter snuck my eight year old son’s pet turtle in her little purse for a trip to Disney. It escaped and snuck under the seat. We had no clue of the shelled stowaway, so it was left in the car while we did the Disney thing. Car interiors get hot in Florida in August, especially after 11 hours.

The smell of a dead animal cooked in my wife’s Sonata ruined the whole “happiest place on earth” vibe.

My daughter was crying, my 8 year old son was crying, because it was his turtle and we had to balance grief stricken kids with being pissed about one of them sneaking an animal into the car.