Our subconcious desire to take care of something

After our island adventure we went to Indiano Johns for dinner. It's a great Indian restaurant. It was pretty tasty. We went to the SM mall and then we headed home. We walked the night market a little, something we've never done before and at the second booth we found this:

We're still considering his name. He is a painted turtle. We don't know what we will do with him when it is time to come home. We have yet to get him better accommodations.  We've been reading about him we are getting geared up to take good care of him. He has some pretty cool patterns and striations.

Right now he's mostly a combination of angry and scared of me. He'll get adjusted. What do you think?