Giant Armadillo Invades Flea Market in Texas; Fleas Terrified.
The shadow of a Giant Armadillo loomed over us as we entered the flea market, pushing against the stream of fleeing fleas.
I’m not sure what the state animal of Texas is, but it should be the armadillo.
Ok, so I just did a little googling extensive research and came to find the state animal is the armadillo. But, because Texas is so large, they need two state animals: the armadillo and the longhorn. I should’ve known.
They’re all over this time of year: foraging in my campsite, roasting on barbeque pits, and splattered all over the road. I prefer the former. After learning they carry leprosy, I have no intention of ever trying armadillo meat. However, a fellow blogger in Texas at of mule dung and ash claims to have eaten armadillo several times. He seems fine. Not that we’ve met in person. Ok, so it’s a guess.
Baby armadillos have been foraging in my campsite for grubs or roots or whatever it is armadillos forage for. They’re adorable, and seem unconcerned with my presence most of the time. Maybe they sense I wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole. Or a BBQ spatula. The rangers, however, seem less accepting of them and want to fill in their burrows, or shoot rubber bands at them.
I did try to grab a photo, but you all know how fickle my photography can be. Fear not, Kernutties, I got photos of something better: A giant armadillo statue!! Yes, it’s true. Texas has a giant armadillo statue or two. Yeah, I was shocked, too.
“I don’t have leprosy.”
The Giant Armadillo statue sits front and center at Bussey Flea Market in Schertz, Texas.
A giant armadillo invades the flea market! The fleas are terrified!
When fixing chili one must use whatever carne one finds available. Dillo that has been asphalt tenderized is as fine as possum and a durn sight easier to harvest.
You, Sir, are a brave man. 😉 A friend just asked me what is the strangest thing I’ve eaten. I came up with three things: escargot, octopus, and alligator. The last was the best.
My grandma used to make armadillo chili–tastes great.
I’m ready to try rattlesnake, but will pass on the ‘dillo.
Armadillos remind me of miniature dinosaurs.
Me, too! The babies are adorable.
Snake meat takes too much work for too little pleasure. Only time I’ll do snake is when nothing else is handy. The only thing I avoid is skunk, although knowing my grandma like I do I won’t swear that I’ve never had it.
“Tastes just like chicken!”
Yeah, we cut open that little rattler that scared me. Even though he was over two feet long, he had no meat on him. I just have to try it one of these days.