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Harry Gets Sick
Copyright, 1991. Andrew P. Varga
My loving wife gave Harry to me for our first
Christmas. His whole name is Horny Harry. I'm not sure
why she chose the name, that's what I found written on the
little Santa tag attached to the bow on his tail. Maybe
it has something to do with the fact that his tail is
always standing straight up.
Harry could be a her, you know. It's really very hard
to tell. Harry is an armadillo.
Harry got sick last week. Okay, he didn't really get
sick. He somehow managed to contract worms.
When I found out, I wanted to get rid of Harry. Of
course I couldn't, Harry being my wife's first Christmas
gift and all.
No self respecting veterinarian would treat him.
Probably wouldn't want to admit that they don't know
anything about the little critter.
Instead of devising a creative way for him(?) to
disappear, I very carefully placed Harry into a large
trash bag and sprayed him(?) with the finest, Instant
Black Death Aerosol. Nothing's too good for Harry. I
then hung Harry, bag and all, on a nail in the garage. A
couple of days later I let him(?) out and put him(?) in
the bed of my old pickup truck to see if he still had
them.
The time in the bag seemed to have put a slight kink
in his tail but Harry was otherwise unperturbed. Not much
bothers him, Harry's pretty mellow. Did you know that
Harry actually has hairs on his belly? Yeah, kind of like
a pig's.
Pet shops don't usually handle armadillos. From what
I've been told, almost nobody handles them. They grow
wild in the Southwest. I remember reading somewhere that
a zoologist captured two females and kept them for several
months to study their reproductive systems or something
equally embarrassing. What the hey, topics for Masters
Theses, especially in zoology, are pretty hard to scrounge
up.
Anyway, the crux of the article is that the armadillos
or armadilli, whatever two or more of them are called,
both became pregnant after several months without Nature's
normal recent he/she formalities. Of course the zoologist
absolutely swore they were both female. Something about
"holding love's seed" until conditions were right.
I saw a PBS special on Grizzly bears a couple of
nights ago. They can do the same thing! The females,
that is. They party in the fall but don't actually get
pregnant until they start to hibernate. I don't know
which mental picture is more disgusting, dirty movies for
armadillos or a Grizzly in a negligee. Reminds me of a
story about my ex-wife, but it would be out of place here.
Wouldn't it be neat if humans could somehow manage to
do that? You know, holding it until just the right
moment.
Okay, maybe not. Too messy.
I've had Harry for over a year now. There are no
signs of pregnancy, not that I've checked. I mean what do
you do, write him(?) a questionnaire?
Ah, the clickety-click of little claws around the
house and all that.
By the way, what do baby armadillos eat? What does
one even call a baby armadillo? An armadillette maybe?
Do they make nests or do they act like cats and have their
babies in your favorite sleeping bag or on your bed?
How many do they have? Can they be paper trained?
More important, what kinds of names do you give them?
It's not like you can just go to the local drug store and
get a Most Popular Armadillo Names book.
Actually I'm not too concerned. My wife got Harry
from a taxidermist.
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