strangers in the night
As I am striving to live without home-internet access in order to cut personal costs, I find myself camped outside of the entomology building to borrow their wireless signal from the campus network in a mild misting of rain. This is probably not good for my laptop, and can not be good for my health either - but doing so is entertaining to me. I may be eaten alive by mosquitoes, but I am living an adventure.
After all, I was snuffled by an armadillo in a very dog-like manner not less than five minutes ago. At first, it startled me: something unknown was suddenly crashing through the undergrowth behind me - but when I turned to see what approached, nothing was there. Then the ferns shook and parted, and my armadillo revealed itself. I guess that it wasn't used to having humans outside on its patio at this time of night, as it seemed to take a minute to figure out what I was - and what to do about me. It snuffled the air before me, and looked to see if I had anything interesting to eat. As I did not (some entomology student I turned out to be!), It snorted loudly and then turned its back on me to wander away into its ferns, continuing its search for grubs.
I rather wish I had my camera at that moment - its nonchalance was endearing.