Armadillo: sad follow-up

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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About one week ago, I posted the question “how to get rid of an Armadillo” that was eating up my lawn. I don’t remember the exact title of the thread and I’m too lazy to look it up.

To make a long story short: I decided that maybe it wasn’t all that bad to have to share my lawn with that medival looking tank thing because they are such weird animals. So I accepted fate. Problem kinda solved until this morning I saw the armadillo “feet up” in the street. Yes, someone had killed it. A neighbor down the street fessed up that he had
accidently run over the armadillo [these are not the swiftest animals on the planet and I do mean in both senses of the word - they are not physically quick or of quick mind to run AWAY from moving cars]. The strange thing was that neighbors who had been moaning and groaning about the lawn thing were actually a bit said that the armadillo had met his fate in such a manner.

Oh, well, just another one of the those mpsims to share my sadness about loosing my armadillo…

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One of the most delightful things I can recall reading is the chapter from James Michener’s Texas on Armadillos. This rich rich Texan has set up a bowling green-syle lawn and the armadillos just destroy it. The Texan has money and stubbornness to spare, so he goes about trying to defeat the armadillos and keep them out of his yard–though without killing them. It’s really something.

When a car comes, 'dillos tend to freeze. A driver may swerve to avoid them, or try to get the little critter between the wheels so it doesn’t get flattened by the tires. In the latter case, however, the armadillo may panic and jump straight up into the air–slamming itself into the undercarriage and doing the job the tires did not.

There was a great National Geographic article about them a decade or more ago. I tell ya, if I didn’t already have a thing for frogs and squirrels, armadillos might be my collecting fetish.