All of a sudden, we hear her going crazy at the door - barking and scratching - so Ryan and I jumped up and ran to the door to see what made her become psycho dog. I immediately thought it was a cat - they're always lingering around the neighborhood and pooping on our doorstep. Nope, it wasn't a cat. It was a LIVE armadillo - no way!
It had been gone for months. I noticed our landscaping was rustled through again recently, so I assumed our beloved armadillo couldn't stay away. I had seen several around the area as road kill and was reluctantly hoping it was our armadillo. We either have great garden grubs or that armadillo just won't die, or I mean, go away and bother a new home.
I frantically grabbed my camera, and this was all I got. I forgot to turn the flash off. I promise you it's there, you just can't see it.
The ghost of armadillo present.
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