Why I Admire Armadillos

What’s that?  I ask. My husband has stopped the car to show me  a tupelo tree. He’s amused. You’ve never seen an armadillo?  I don’t answer. I can’t tell the difference between goats  and sheep in a field—why is he surprised? Hunkered by the side  of the road—a dense hump-backed bundle, black marble eyes, it […]