What a small hole. Just enough for a heel of shoe.
That's when I remembered the armadillo I had snuck up on last night walking to my car.
It was fun scaring him straight up into the air. He even did a squeaky toy eek as he landed 3 feet away in the bushes.
But lying in the ground this morning I felt a twinge of guilt towards my 4 clawed friend.
It was totally score 1 armadillo.
I still have a crazy armadillo painting I want to paint.
The Aztecs called them turtle rabbits. That face does look familiar....
The Aztecs called them turtle rabbits. That face does look familiar....
