He can't drive 35. Heck. He can't even stay alive!
No, I did not run over him. He was there on the way, too, but I had a better photo op on the way back. Look how artsy-fartsy Mrs. HM is with her hand-me-down phone camera! This is from behind the wheel of my Acadia. A-Cad. Because you may recall from elsewhere that I had major automotive troubles on Saturday, and T-Hoe had to stay home sick.
No, the hood of A-Cad is not misshapen. That's the style, baby! And that 35 mph speed limit reflection was a happy accident that I did not notice until now.
Poor Mr. Army Dillow. He was having an even worse day than T-Hoe. I don't think there is any recovering from what ails him. In fact, I know so! Because today, I saw him about a quarter mile up the road, not so put together, with three birds of prey sitting on him until I got really close. Sure, it could be a totally different Mr. Army Dillow, a doppelganger, perhaps, and the photogenic original Mr. Army Dillow got up and walked away.
AND INTO YOUR NIGHTMARES!
Happy Halloween.
Do you know what armadillos do when they are scared? They jump several feet--straight up--into the air.
ReplyDeleteThat's why they're not usually run over. They jump up, are hit and thrown off to the side.
(Was I able to teach YOU something science-y today?)
That dillo obviously needed heavier armor!!
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteSweet Gummy Mary! I've been learned by the teacher! I did NOT know that about armadillos! Only that they can carry leprosy. I don't think those birds of prey who were settling for carrion cared much.
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fishducky,
That's the fact, Jack! To borrow words from Bill Murray in STRIPES.