This post will probably interest no one except the other people that live in our neighborhood. One of the things about living in the "country" is that you get the native creatures that come with it: snakes, bugs, big bugs, scorpions, centipedes, and the other usual nuisances such as raccoons and armadillos. Armadillos. Never seen one in person except dead on the road. Until tonight. Armadillos are nuisances mostly because they dig up your landscaping looking for food. Landscaping that you paid lots of money for and that the homeowners association makes you keep up with. And boy can they dig. And one armadillo can do lots of digging. We have been lucky in that our armadillo has really only done minor work to our landscaping. But Greg for some reason decided he wanted to try and catch it. So he set out our trap, humane trap, baited it and waited. One night, nothing. Next night, nothing. Well, this evening, even before dark, HE SAW IT. In a process that involved a bucket, a snake catcher (What? You don't have one?), and the DOG, they basically hunted the poor thing down. And caught it.

Nine banded, Natalya counted.

He really is kinda cute. And, yes, he is climbing the cage.

"Let me out. Please."

This one just cracks me up. The poor thing looks like it was imprisioned. Rockey was a basket case and hunted in true Jack Russell fashion. Greg did release the poor guy down by the river so if he ends up at your house, Angelia or Jen or Amy, sorry. But we are now renting Rockey for armadillo services. Email me for the price list. OH, and I did forget to post our raccoon story so that will come tomorrow. Aw, country life.