As many of you know, Malcom the tortoise and I have been living together for nearly forty years. Way back when we met, I named him Malcom because I liked the name. With the name, Malcom became a "he". The possibility that Malcom was not a he was always there. Now it is glaringly there because yesterday something unexpected was found in Malcom's enclosure.
Gosh Malcom, we didn't know you had it in you!