You will all be happy to know that my Sig .22 (handgun that is, if you don't know all of these fancy gun terms and oh, I had to ask Mr. Funny what it was anyway) finally got some play, some action if you will.
Anyway, it finally got fired.
And shockingly enough, it was not by me.
Mr. Funny gave it to his mother, who we should maybe call Bonnie from now on. Or what is the name of a gun-wielding woman who you don't want to mess with?
Anyway, he gave it to her with some hollow point bullets (which do more damage and please do not ask why I know these things- I Google them and ask the (somewhat nervous) highway patrolmen that frequent our establishment, pressing firearm questions)
Anyway, again, he gave her the gun for home protection because the 112 lb. German Shepherd wasn't scary enough and I wasn't using the gun.
My point is: she shot an armadillo.
And she was so proud, she was, of her homicidal armored-animal shooting self that she called Mr. Funny to brag about it.
It was tearing up the yard and did you know an armadillo can not only dig a grave-sized hole in very little time but these creatures also carry leprosy?
Some interesting factoid from the armadillo expert himself.
Leprosy is a big worry around here too.
Out of all the problems with jobs, money, food, drugs, shoplifters, and freezing temps, the fear of getting leprosy is right up there.
Seriously. When I said she could just scare it off, the first thing out of his mouth was "those things carry leprosy"
How many people do you know that have leprosy?
On Christmas Eve, it was in the front yard digging a hole and they shot at it and missed (because it was dark........duh) so it has been around awhile just irritating the hell out of my mother in law.
Which is hard to do because she doesn't ever get mad, yell, curse or throw things.
So now it is gone.