My husband and I went for a walk in the Lake Kissimmee Park this weekend. I heard a rustling in the palmetto bushes and made the correct assumption that an armadillo was responsible.
Of course I gloated when the little armored one stepped out into the light and stood up on his back legs, sniffing the air and trying to locate us. (He didn’t) He made us laugh, and we congratulated ourselves on spotting him and being patient enough for him to actually meander out where he could be seen.
I’ve made armadillo jewelry for years, even before I ever saw a live one. (No jokes, please) I happen to think they’re one of the most interesting mammals in the world, and we’re awfully lucky to have them in our country.