On a recent trip to Florida, my family decided to go out and walk around. We were all enjoying the walk, since the hotel was by a lake and you could see the fireworks from three parks, the day couldn’t have been going any better.
We see something in the dark, moving about. To little to be a gator, perhaps a raccoon. We went to investigate. As we approached the creature, it seemed unaware of our presence. We slowly crept closer and closer, until we recognized it to be an armadillo. She was calmly wondering through the darkness, beside the lake, enjoying her evening walk also.
Still no fear or concern from our forest friend. The father of my children called them over with him, to see the little woman in her natural habitat. The obedient offspring did as they were told and joined the stalking. They followed her to what seemed to be a burrow in the nook of a Cypress Tree. She became agitated and did not enter. Instead she turned and took note of our group, but wasn’t intimidated and to examine us. Crazy people do things that aren’t in their nature when on holiday in Florida, so my husband decided to show the children how armadillo’s are like rolly polly bugs, assuring us it would roll up in a ball when antagonized. He picked up a stick and struck the brush underneath him. He threw a stone in her direction, she shrugged him off. To prove his point to his kids, he conducted at the armadillo, expecting her to roll up and be still.
This armadillo ran at my husband so fast, he dropped his flip flops trying to get away. Well, here came the armadillo, following my husband, not us, hissing and spitting and making unnatural noises that I have never heard the likes of since.
When we finally made our way back to our condo (we forgo the elevator, no time if the armadillo was still on our route ), my husband made the profound observation,”Armadillo’s are not as passive animals as I had been told”.