Just stop and go watch this video.
It's only about 35 seconds long and even if you have dialup, it's worth a look.
We'll talk about it later in the post.
Go on now, I'll wait ...
NOW TELL ME YOU DID NOT LAUGH WHEN BEAR FREAKED OUT.
YOU KNOW YOU DID.
Caution: Whining ahead.
I worked on the living room steady yesterday afternoon and into the night.
At 1:30 AM I was outside, barefoot in the dewy grass, rinsing thinset mortar off of my notched trowel. The hearth is now completely sheathed in cement backerboard and ready for new tile of some kind.
It would have been okay if Bear had let me sleep in, but I was alone in the house, so I had to respond when he did his 6:00 AM whinebark. (All the smart and interesting people I live with are off adventuring ... not that any of them ever seem to hear the 6:00 AM whinebark anyway)
Of course, once Bear is up and has done his business, he's ready to rumble, so we have to play. Any hope of crawling back into bed ebbs away like a spring tide.
So this morning, I'm at that weird place where I want my coffee because it's morning, but I don't want it because it will nix any slim chance of slipping off to sleep for another hour should Bear actually rest.
And this is the kicker ... dare I fall asleep with him only resting? What will be shredded when I awake?
I could sleep with one eye open like Conan The Cimmerian ...
All right, the coffee won. Whining is over. I am committed to wakefulnezzzzzz.
Where was I?
Oh yes ...
Here's how the armadillo attack unfolded ...
Surprisingly, the T-storms came early yesterday and late afternoon was golden with sun, not grey and electrical as has been the norm. I was working away cutting backerboard to fit the hearth when Bear nudged me, and I knew it was time for a break.
I grabbed the Sony and off we went, me, Bear, Flounder, and Feather. I was barefoot so we stuck to the old gokart trail mostly.
This trail winds through the woods along the west and north sides of PFHQ, past the planted pine plantation, behind the pistol range mound, and through the chinkapin patch.
Being barefoot had me going a little slower than usual as last year's insane acorn crop still litters the sandy track and ouch, they aggravate me.
I mention being barefoot, because I think this is why I saw the armadillos before they sensed me and even before the dogs saw them.
The dogs had gone ahead a bit when I noticed not one, but four (the fourth one is just glimpsed at the base of the palm)armadillos grubbing beneath a sabal palm.
Seeing one is no big deal of course, but I never see herds of dillos. This must have been an almost fledged family group.
I swung the camera up and on, switched to video mode and started filming the pastoral scene just a few seconds before Bear's ears went up and the chase was on.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the armadillo growling as Bear chases it off into the woods by the pistol range.
The other dillos dove into a nearby burrow.
The dogs conferenced about the feasibility of excavating professional diggers like the armadillo pack. Flounder urged the other two to "Let it go, move on". He's the calm one in the pack.
Bear accepted this, but ...
... Feather remained focused on her goal.