armadillo, no joke

Genevieve and I are in Texas. Land of the armadillos. My Dad & Julie have been on an armadillo extermination adventure for quite a while now (not to worry, this is a catch and release program, no armadillos were hurt. . . although my Dad is not making any promises to future armadillos who happen into his yard). The beast above is number 11. Yes, 11. And Evie and I saw him up close and personal this morning. If you have never beheld one for yourself, I have one word to describe them, Nasty. Just google images of them if you need to see more (although you really don’t, take my word for it). And if your computer has smell-o-vision built in, plug your nose people because like I said, nasty.

Enough armadillo talk for you today? Okay, me too.

Wait. . . one more story. . . Since Jonathan is at home (pesky job) and we are not. . . I will share with you a tid-bit of our phone conversation today about the armadillo.

Me: So when the animal control lady came to pick up the armadillo Julie asked if they have the record for the most caught at one house and the lady said yes. But then she added that they do not have the record for a single type of animal picked up from one house in their city because a lady had 54 skunks at her house over a 3 year peoriod. Can you believe it, 54 skunks!

Jonathan: 64 skunks. . .that’s crazy!!!

Me: not 64, 54

Jonathan: oh, I guess that’s not too bad

Me: WHAT?

Jonathan: Well it’s only 54 skunks.

And that concludes the armadillo post.

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Today I am thankful for not having an armadillo problem at our house. Seriously.