So …I’m relaxing, tryna find my extra hour.
The grandkids rush in hollerin’ “Nana, Bayliss attacked an Armadillo!”
Oh, good grief. Bayliss wouldn’t bite a flea!
I get my lazy self up and go through to the kitchen and ask an adult. She’s kind of an adult.
Lil’wrekker saw nothing.
Mid-dau sez, “yeah, there was an Armadillo, Bayliss was very interested”
Somehow, with semi-adults, children and Hamza chiming in, I determined there may have been an exploratory nibble. Armadillo immediately balled up and froze in place.
Oldest grandson poked it with a stick. Mom grabs the stick and poked grandson and asks if likes being poked?
Everyone retires to the deck. Dogs are called up. And, apparently they sat and watched the balled up Armadillo til they got bored.
In the meantime the kids informed me of the horrific bloodbath, reeked by Bayliss of the Baskervilles.
I looked out the glass doors.
The Armadillo is still there. Balled up tight.
How can you tell if it’s alive?
We get everyone in. And I decided to go closer to the thang and have look-see.
I ain’t going alone.
I need my gallant protector.
(No not a gun, silly, everyone knows you can’t shoot an Armadillo)
“Bayliss, come”
He’s all too happy to go.
Hmmm? Is that a bit of murderous thought in that speech bubble over his head?
We’re within 10 feet of the thing and up it pops, does that thing like on a cartoon, spins his feet for 2 seconds and hauls ass.
Dang, I almost caught Bayliss before he was off.
I saw 2 things in this brief interlude:
- Bayliss bit (at) the Armadillo, on the bum, bounced off(armor).
- A big white spot on the Armadillos back. Oh no!
Ok. As we all know on this clever message board, Armadillos can have leprosy.
Eeek!
I brushed Bayliss teeth, even his tongue. Lemme tell you that weren’t easy, he kept licking the brush and curling his tongue. Drool fest.
I washed his face.
Sanitized nearly my whole body, changed clothes.
Put all clothes in the washing machine. Even the tooth brush. On hot/sanitize mode.
Then decided I need a hot shower.
Took clean clothes off. Stopped the washer added them. Restarted the washer.
Took my shower. More clean clothes.
Mopped the bathroom floor. With bleach.
You scoff all you want. This is how I’ve kept from getting COVID, nigh these 3 years.
I need a dog leper like I need Bayliss of the Baskervilles roaming the yard.
We had a long conversation about:
“Do Not Bite the Bums of Texas Speed-bumps!”