My mom instilled in me many great and wonderful qualities. From the fact that we resemble each other physically to our mutual love of reading, our children, the gospel, yummy food....and a love for armadillos.
As a kid I kind of thought my mom was a bit nutty for saying her favorite animal was an armadillo. I grew up in Utah, there wasn't an actual armadillo anywhere to be seen. They seemed like such a funny animal. People didn't have armadillos as pets and I don't even know if I ever saw one at a zoo....they were kind of foreign and maybe even slightly exotic. But my mom loved them and so began my soft-spot for the funny creatures. She developed quite the little collection - from her armadillo pajamas to the earrings, stuffed armadillos, and any other little armadillo trinkets we could find if we traveled to Texas or somewhere that armadillos weren't quite so "exotic".
So when we talked about moving to Texas one of my first thoughts was that I couldn't wait to see an armadillo! Everyone always said they were just roadkill in Texas - so I figured we'd see them all over the place. But for the first 6 months we were in the state I didn't see a single one! I even got to the point where I joked that the first time I actually saw one on the side of the road that I would be so excited that I'd probably get out and bring its carcase home with me.
I had gotten really good at being able to tell what was littering the freeway as we drove. I could identify dead possums, squirrels, dogs, cats, the occasional raccoon or even differentiate between roadkill and an old discarded boot on the side of the road - but no armadillos....I was so disappointed.
I decided that as "cute" as the critters are - I'm much more content with my kiddos in pictures with armadillo statues than the actual road kill. And I'm pretty sure it's much more sanitary. However, I do love that I will always think of my sweet mom as I search the highway for armadillo roadkill. Thanks mom! :)