This poor guy made it into a parking lot in downtown Tallahassee only to meet his doom. I call this one, “Requiem for an Armadillo.”
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This poor guy made it into a parking lot in downtown Tallahassee only to meet his doom. I call this one, “Requiem for an Armadillo.”
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They are hapless critters.
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They look it, poor things.
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Can’t help myself:
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That is hilarious! I lived in Amarillo years ago, and Studly’s youngest sister lives there still.
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Amazing coincidence
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I have to admit, of all of Florida’s critters those are the ones that creep me out the most. – Marty
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Armadillos? Really? They’re kind of adorable to me.
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