I've never realized how much armadillos look like potato bugs (pill bugs for those who don't speak Utah). This is exactly what gives this story the rugged, wild edge that has rendered the armadillo our official family mascot.
There at the resort in Puerto Vallarta we were pleased to find that the free lunch looked safe and clean so we sat down to eat, alfresco. We ate with a few of our assigned table mates from the ship dining room...its not like we had become best friends with them, they just ended up being the only ones from our table that were ever sober enough to remember our names. Anyhow, so there we were, eating our truly authentic mexican lunch when we had a truly authentic mexican armadillo waddle over our sandaled feet. What a great sensation! They should have these things installed in every mexican restraunt. Yes it felt just like it would feel to have a giant cock roach climb over your toes. I did enjoy watching all the guests and waiters in the path of the armadillo jump up in perfect succesion as the little bugger made his way across the restraunt.
From then until now, every time we go on vacation we go looking for armadillo souvenirs. This ends up to be a very easy collection to accumulate as armadillos make very infrequent visitations to non-mexican tourist shops. Oh, by the way, during the depression armadillos were known as "Hoover Hogs" by those who had to eat them in substitution of the chickens promised in their pots by President Herbert Hoover.
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