Home With the Armadillo
It’s our last day and we had a couple of hours to kill before we had to turn in the car; it’s Sunday so why not a trip to the park. Turns out to have a rather nice Japanese garden complete with some really big koi, butterflies, and wonder of wonders armadillos; three of the little guys. We’d pretty much given up hope of encountering any of these guys, but there they were. Casting caution and common sense to the wind I reached out and for those of you who in future encounter me, well you’ll be able to shake the hand that touched the armadillo.
