A Friggin' Armadillo

Speed-walking down Cerro Anchon, the jungle-covered hill with great views of Panama City's Easter egg colored projects and the brick roofs of Casco Viejo, Molly and I saw a friggin' armadillo. A. Goddamn. Real life. Not stuffed or cartoon or caged. Armadillo. I was born in Texas and I've never seen an armadillo before.

It ran under a bunch of brush before we got a real satisfying look at it, so we poked it with sticks. It's shell was super hard. Just when I'm feeling all locked down, like there's nothing new under the sun in PC, something crazy like that just goes and happens.

Look!



Footballs with heads, indeed.

P.S. This is the view out of our back window, so wild.