To this day, unless I'm in an absolute hurry or the turtle is big, fast, and a snapper, I stop and get turtles out of the road. I just put them over on the side of the direction in which they were going. I can't let "nature" happen and let them get squished.
The other day when Blair and I were headed somewhere, there was a box turtle in the road. He was a smaller turtle, so instead of putting him on the side of the road, I put him in my floorboard to show Blair. One time during the ride he touched my ankle with his little nails. I had forgotten he was down there, so I just about jumped out of my britches!
Blair got to see him come out of his shell for a little bit before she scared him back in.
She was really curious about him.
"Where'd he go?"
When she started wanting to carry him around, we let him go.
It was a good experience for my little animal lover. She's just like her mama was from a very early age. I played with stuffed birds from day one and loved all other animals, including frogs and turtles. I need to try to find some pictures of me at three years old with my "baby doll" -- a frozen dove wrapped in a paper towel!