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We live on the edge of town; as a result, 'critters' from the open fields behind us find their way into our neighborhood.  Recently, armadillos (in search of worms) have chewed up our lawn and our neighbors' lawns.  What a frightful mess.

Chef Armadillo

at dawn, Chef Armadillo opens his sun-scorched café.
jalapeños jump on the counter like tiny green fireworks.
tortillas twirl as he flips them into sky-high desert specials.
coyotes queue up for his legendary inferno tacos.

Just another average day in the desert....
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