Very funny story. Local town spring festival, they used to have armadillo race on Saturday morning. ~40 years ago, buddy of mine and I are driving around Friday evening before the festival and see a armadillo running down the bar-ditch. The race is on, took us about a 1/4 mile to catch him, looked around what to do with him now. Find a 55-gal. drum with the top cut out on the side of the road, may just work out. Drum goes in the back of the truck, Armadillo goes in the drum. Driving down the highway sipping an "Old Malarkey (going for quantity, not quality)" and i hear quite a racket. Armadillo looks like he levitated straight up out of the drum, drifted over the driver's side of the truck and landed in the on-coming lane of traffic just in time to get waxed by an 18-wheeler, looked like watermelon off a 10-story building thing.
Always wondered what was going thru that truck driver's mind when/if he saw the armadillo popping out of that truck.
Always wondered what was going thru that truck driver's mind when/if he saw the armadillo popping out of that truck.