Mallory the Wonder Cat

The armadillos know that she is gone. They have marched in an armored battalion across the river yard, rooting with their sharp little snouts. I thought the holes were dug by squirrels on speed but a guest biologist identified the holes as armadillo holes. Once again, I need to concentrate on the fact they are aerating huge expanses of lawn. Yes, they provide the holes and I fill them with compost thereby making the dredge spoil river lawn a better place.

Still, they never invaded when Mallory ruled the garden.