on the armadillo

i must say that if i turn my head, i can see the grim marriage picture in yesterday's fairytale post. for me, however, it's more of a refusal to believe that i'm missing a vital part of life because i'm not married. or that i have this gaping hole & life will begin when it's filled with a husband. i deny that those things are true. and i agree with patti; married or not - life is beautiful.

yesterday i started working my way back through will cuppy's "how to attract the wombat". this is a fabulous quick-read book full of animal kingdom information. perhaps. :) today's nuggets of knowledge are on the armadillo ...

"the armadillo wears a coat of armor consisting of bony shields fore and aft, and tough, flexible bands across the middle of his back. this protects him against possible attack from above. while the armadillo is thinking how safe he is on top, some other mammal flips him upside down and has a nice meal of raw armadillo. let that be a lesson.

the bony shell of the nine-banded armadillo is about fifteen inches long and is made into ornamental baskets for the tourist trade. in armadillo society all individuals are born free and equal. every young armadillo starts life with exactly the same chance to become a basket."

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'becca thinks sleep sounds nice.