Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Revenge of the armadillo

Getting out of my car this morning at the swamp library, I stumbled over a small hole and fell down on the knee I had surgery on 8 weeks ago.

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....