Tallulah the Twilly came into the Hermes world just as any other (partly) spoiled girl, stubborn and drawn-out. It was a pristine September day when Vlad and I decided it was time to start a new journey in life with something to watch over. Not a child, we are totally not there yet. Not even a dog, a little too much for us (Vlad especially who would need tons of training). Not a new plant, our Love Cactus is already 4/5ths dead (don't ask me how we managed to do that!). Ah-ha. It was time for a Twilly. One that would travel the world to visit a plethora of lovely tPF ladies and gents. But Tallulah did not make it easy for us to find her. First we realized the nearest breeder was over 2 hours away. So we packed up our car, got very excited, and headed out on a journey. With Vlad behind the wheel, we were making stellar time to get our dear Tallulah. Too bad the police officer with the radar gun in Ashland, Ohio wanted to spoil our journey. Vlad and I flew around a turn, and then we saw him, Deputy C. He saw us, we saw him, and it was over. The lights began to flash and Deputy C pulled onto the highway. Vlad, being the clueless man that he can be, kept repeating, "Did he get us? No not us! Did he?" Why yes, of course, he did. Deputy C did not take it easy on us. The ticket was harsh (and his FIRST EVER!) and Vlad and I were at least 20 minutes behind schedule to find our dear Tallulah, and $110 poorer. Vlad that is, not me (ha! Sucker!). We continued on our journey, only this time going the speed limit. I had to explain to Vlad that here in the US, we do not have autobahns. He was bummed. So on we headed, north, toward Lake Eerie. But on this Monday, Tallulah's breeder was closed. We had to stay overnight somewhere and wait until morning. Where better to stay than grandma's house?? We headed to the lake and then east, where we could find my grandma and some grub. Lucky for us, our favorite burger joint was open just one more weekend and we had to take a pit stop. Vlad was under the impression that holiday's don't count into healthy eating/diet days, so he ate TWO double cheeseburgers, fries, and TWO sugar-ades, I mean lemonades. I merely had a double hamburger, fries, and one lemonade. Such a lady I am. The place was crowded and all we could think about was our dear Tallulah, ok, and the mouth-watering-food we were scarfing down. But we would find her in the morning.