At this moment a two-foot long armadillo is outside the window screen of the house in which I'm working. It is rooting in the leaves for grubs or worms or cockroaches, or whatever bugs he can find here. My daughter, Hannah, and I stand on this side of the window watching, not two feet away from the creature. It's dark out, but enough light from the window is cast on his bony plates that we can see him quite nicely.
Hannah tells me they are called lunch boxes for Florida black bears here, because the bears, which are native to Florida, peel off the armor of the armadillos, which are not, to eat them live.
Despite the ridicule I will certainly endure for this entry, after publicly swearing off blogging for two weeks of more serious writing, I know you are happy to have this bit of information.
Say what you will, oh best beloved taskmasters, I finished writing chapter 22 today. dkm
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