I don’t want to live one day past 100.

And some days, I hope I never see 40. Or even 38.

Earlier today, though, I learned how one Native American woman from Tampa lived well beyond a century.

As he peddled drums, shakers, bows, spears, knives and other items at the 18th annual Withlacoochee Native American Indian Culture Mother’s Day Powwow, Arnie Garcia showed me a picture of his mother-in-law, Ruby Tiger Osceola, who died several years ago at 106.

When I asked him about the secret to her longevity, Garcia didn’t hesitate.

“Fish, deer and turtle,” he said.

I’ve seen a guy eat turtle on one of those survival shows on cable, but I’ve never actually had any, and I told him so.

“It’s pretty good,” Garcia said. “You can cut it open and make a soup with rice, or you can just roast it – just like a gar fish. You roast it like corn.”

I suppose I could.

But I won’t.

If that means I’ll die quicker, so be it.