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So, I finally decided to post something. I've been told there has been talk of armadillos lately so I'll share my armadillo story.

The week after graduation, I went home to Larned (it still smells like cow shit if you were windering). One day i decided to go see my good friends at The Tiller & Toiler. Everyone was as I remembered them because nothing ever changes there. At one point the conversation hit a lull and Heidi, the girl who designs the front page and is my age, says "There's a dead armadillo in the alley. Want to go see it?"

Of course I say yes. Heidi, Shirley the payroll lady (who hadn't seen it yet) and I trudge through the press room and back to the alley to view the corpse of an armadillo. It was pretty disgusting as it was decomposing and COVERED in flies. It had been rotting in the alley all day.

Heidi told me that she wanted to touch it, well, actually that she wanted to knock on its shell to see if it was hard (That's what she said! I know, O'Toole, I know). I told her that she shouldn't because armadillos are poisonous.

What's sad is that seeing the dead armadillo was pretty much the highlight of the day.

-Donovan