We were all enjoying the walk, since the resort was by a lake and you could see the fireworks from three parks, the evening couldn’t have been going any better. To small for a gator, perhaps a raccoon. We went to investigate. As we approached the creature, it seemed unaware of our presence. We slowly crept closer and closer, until we understood it to be an armadillo. She was peacefully wondering through the shadow, beside the lake, enjoying her day walk too. Still no fear or concern from our forest friend. The father of my kids called them with him, to see the little lady in her natural habitat. The obedient offspring did as they were told and joined the stalking. They followed her to what seemed to be a burrow in the corner of a Cypress Tree. She became agitated and did not enter. Instead she turned and took notice of our group, but wasn’t intimidated and to examine us. Crazy people do things that are not in their character when on vacation in Florida, so my husband decided to show the children how armadillo’s are like rolly polly bugs, assuring us it would roll up in a ball when antagonized. He picked up a stick and hit the brush underneath him. He threw a rock in her direction, she shrugged him off. To prove his point to his kids, he ran at the armadillo, expecting her to roll up and be still.
That armadillo ran at my husband so fast, he lost his flip flops hoping to get away. Having a pregnant wife and four children on his heels, we ran as far as we’re able and stopped. Well, here came the armadillo, after my husband, not us, hissing and spitting and creating unnatural noises I have never heard the likes of since.
When we finally made our way back to our condo (we forgo the elevator, no time if the armadillo was on our path), my husband made the profound observation,”Armadillo’s are less passive animals as I had been told”.