There's a nature trail very close to our house, Spring Creek Nature Trail in Richardson. The hubby and I often walk there on weekends. This particular trip, we were accompanied by our daughter, who is home from college and bored out of her mind.
We were more than half-way into our walk, when we came upon three little armadillos. They were busily rooting through the soil, and completely oblivious of the three scary humans watching them, even when my husband nudged one of them with his shoe. I always thought the reason 'dillos wound up as roadkill was because they are slow, and also because they have a peculiar habit of jumping straight up in the air when startled. I can't figure this jumping up bit from an evolutionary standpoint; what, exactly, does this accomplish? Because it sure as heck is not a good thing to do when a car is bearing down on you. Now I know there's another reason for the prevalence of squashed armadillos on Texas highways: it's because they are stupid. A three minute encounter will convince you of that.
We see a lot of wildlife where we live. Rabbits, possums, raccoons, snakes, lizards, toads and even the occasional coyote, but this was our first armadillo sighting. My eight-year-old self would have raced home for the old bat cage, but Prunella version 6.0, is more cautious. For one thing, armadillos can transmit leprosy to humans.
Speaking of possums, I'll never forget driving down our alley one night, kind of late --- I'd been out carousing with friends --- when a possum, a big one, trundles out and stops right in front of my car. My garage was three driveways behind him. I would have goosed the horn at the critter, but it was late and I didn't want to disturb my neighbors. So he stood there and I sat there and it was a regular Mexican stand-off. Finally, I backed up into the nearest driveway, hung a turn and drove away thinking I'd come up the other end of the alley (BEHIND the possum), so I could pull into my garage. In the time it took me to swing up the other way, my marsupial friend had waddled its way down, and was now blocking me from the other direction. We eyeballed each other for a time before I gave up and parked in front of the house that night, which was a mistake because my husband gave me grief about coming home too drunk to park in the garage. I told him about my nocturnal encounter with the possum, but he didn't believe me.
This is quite possumly the world's stupidest blog post.
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