One thing I love about reading everyone's blog is they often remind me of something similar. That is what happened when I read Charlotte's account of the various birds and animals she sees on their farm. Read her account here.
Hubby has hated armadillos ever since they crossed the Texas/Arkansas border. I am not trying to disparage Texas or Texans but as the armadillo crossed the Rio Grande, they must have come from Texas. Read origin of the North American armadillo here. Wherever they came from, they have been the bane of my husband's existence for years and he has tried to do his part to eradicate them from the Arkansas River Valley area.
Back at the old place, anytime hubby would come running into the house around dusk I knew he was after his gun to kill some varmint. His main complaint with the
blasted armadillo is that the yard and pastures are not safe for man or beast with all the holes they dig. (Used in that context, Grandpa would consider blasted a swear word.)
So I knew what was up when one evening around dark, hubby ran into the house and right back out with his .22 in hand. He did not see the young man at the foot of the steps and almost ran smack dab into our daughter's date. I do not remember whether hubby got the armadillo but Laura did not get that boy.