"We don't have armadillos in Ohio!" my friend said. Well, yeah we do. What would you call them? Um, maybe potato bugs? Pill bugs?
actually woodlice, which doesn't sound cute either. My friend pointed out what I already knew, if I had armadillos, I had rotting wood. Since they're living in a slowly disintegrating tree in the back 40, I don't really care.
And yeah, my friend the eternal ray of sunshine pointed out that when the tree is gone, the armadillos are going to move somewhere, most likely my garage. That's probably an astute, practical observation, but I'll deal with that at some unspecified time in the future.
I know I'm not the only person with affection for armadillos (woodlice, not the mammals that can give you leprosy). Lots of little children have cupped the gentle little bugs in their hands and pretended to gobble the pill bugs. They curl up into little balls, and neatly tuck in their legs so they're not creepy on ticklish hands. Well, sometimes their little legs flutter like a feather, but that's just cute.
I also find tiny snail shells in my garden, but I have never found a living snail. I find this very mysterious. I have plenty of slugs though. I think slugs and snails must be related, but the snails seem far more considerate about enclosing their slime in their own self-contained packaging.
I gently moved some worms out of my way and think I must not have changed very much since I was an intent child examining the local fauna in my environment? My dad was good at encouraging my interests. We had a lot of field guides to study, and sometimes he took my study subjects away for bait.
I'm just rambling with pleasant memories and associations. The book I've been working on has a much different tone, and maybe I just need to contemplate quiet, childish play? I was going to write a novel, but my non-fiction idea insists on coming into existence.
I looked up how many pages I have to type to create a book, but the advice is not to count pages, count words. That's easy to do in a Word document under "tools". Average books have 55,000 to 175,000 words, with the average about 80,000 words. So far I'm over 21,000. Woo hoo! 1/4 of the way there! Okay, not all of these words are the best words, so it's going to take a lot more work, but I'm humming and happy about the process.
I've actually been pleased the weather turned back to winter. It keeps me inside and typing. I'm worried my budding pear trees are in trouble, but we all need to sacrifice a little in creating. If I lose them, I guess the armadillos and tree snails will have something to eat instead of my garage?