I would like to share a story with you, my fellow TBH'ers.
One dark and stormy night... Alright it wasn't stormy, but it was dark, very dark, pitch black even. Anyway, on very pitch black night, we were being plagued by hit and run, guerrilla style armadillo attacks. So one night I shine a flashlight out in the frontyard, and there's the culprit caught red-eyed. Without a second to waste I grab the nearest weapon of mass destruction..... Wait for it - An Easton baseball bat. I go tearing out after the evil dillo. Unfortunately, I forgot to put on shoes before bravely charging the enemy, but that's okay, sometimes you need to make sacrifices to complete your mission. Meanwhile, the dillo spots my light and hears the thunder of my swift barefeet. Like the little rat he was, he fled like a coward. I catch up the perpetrator and proceed to whack him with the bat. Apparently, this dillo was part ninja, cause he dodged every swing. Now keep in mind, the whole time this is happening me (and my tender- I mean tough and calloused feet are lacking footwear) and the dillo are running through a very much rock and cactus studded pasture. Anyhow, I tense up as I'm about to deliver a blow that will deposit this dillo form the devil into a few counties over. The moment comes, I swing.... and miss. The bat goes flying out of my hand. Insert long drawn out NOOOOOO!!!!! But wait I am not defeated. I just remembered, I have a 9.25 inch CRKT M21-14sfg in my pocket. With great speed and skill I whip out my noble blade. I set my steely stare on to the target grit my teeth, and let fly the blade makes to perfect rotations before sticking triumphantly in the spine of the armored mammal. Mission accomplished! Now for the long walk back to the house through the precariously placed rocks and needle sharp cactus. Moral of the story - GET OFF MY LAWN!!
I think my screen name should've been dillo killer instead of dixiehunter.
Feel free to post your adventurous adventures with the evil Dasypus novemcinctus.
One dark and stormy night... Alright it wasn't stormy, but it was dark, very dark, pitch black even. Anyway, on very pitch black night, we were being plagued by hit and run, guerrilla style armadillo attacks. So one night I shine a flashlight out in the frontyard, and there's the culprit caught red-eyed. Without a second to waste I grab the nearest weapon of mass destruction..... Wait for it - An Easton baseball bat. I go tearing out after the evil dillo. Unfortunately, I forgot to put on shoes before bravely charging the enemy, but that's okay, sometimes you need to make sacrifices to complete your mission. Meanwhile, the dillo spots my light and hears the thunder of my swift barefeet. Like the little rat he was, he fled like a coward. I catch up the perpetrator and proceed to whack him with the bat. Apparently, this dillo was part ninja, cause he dodged every swing. Now keep in mind, the whole time this is happening me (and my tender- I mean tough and calloused feet are lacking footwear) and the dillo are running through a very much rock and cactus studded pasture. Anyhow, I tense up as I'm about to deliver a blow that will deposit this dillo form the devil into a few counties over. The moment comes, I swing.... and miss. The bat goes flying out of my hand. Insert long drawn out NOOOOOO!!!!! But wait I am not defeated. I just remembered, I have a 9.25 inch CRKT M21-14sfg in my pocket. With great speed and skill I whip out my noble blade. I set my steely stare on to the target grit my teeth, and let fly the blade makes to perfect rotations before sticking triumphantly in the spine of the armored mammal. Mission accomplished! Now for the long walk back to the house through the precariously placed rocks and needle sharp cactus. Moral of the story - GET OFF MY LAWN!!
I think my screen name should've been dillo killer instead of dixiehunter.
Feel free to post your adventurous adventures with the evil Dasypus novemcinctus.
I know it's sometime after 2am... not mad enough yet to pull the 2-6am shift ---YET
It's happened to me too, though I was wearing clothes not pj's 
you have just awakened your own Voodilla, may you find peace and rest when he destroys all that you love (yard wise)
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