I had not any more than got set down at the table, this morning, when Archer our big dog began barking in his gruff tone. Of course, being the curious fellow that I was I went to see, grabbing a flashlight before I went out the door. To my surprise there was an ‘Possum on the half shell”, making this groaning, grunting sound as it was digging around the fence I have around our air conditioner compressor.
When I saw what it was I went back indoors and retrieved my 22 rifle. I tried to get it away from the house, and fence, but nothing worked so I took what aim I could with the trusty gun and fired. You know how slow those things are usually moving – armadillos’ that is. It takes them forever to move across a road, highway, and you usually see more laying splattered on the highways, than you do alive. This one was quite alive.
When I shot that armadillo took off down toward Flat Creek like a bullet. He ran through the weed patch, with the dogs chasing it, and barking. Even the dog I call “Little Girl” chased him. She’s getting quite adept at chasing things.
I am not sure I even hit the thing when I shot; though I don’t think it would have moved if I didn’t hit it. Those critters need to leave, and go back where they came from. They are really a nuisance. I guess the good Lord or all things and creation has a purpose for them. He does everything else.
From the banks of Flat Creek.