Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  James McClelland, iGeorge Hutton, iJames Boyle, iJoe Bueno, iMel Hathorn, iPhillip Rice, iZannah Hackett, i

  Home > Humor > Articles Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Thomas Garrett

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Books
· Articles
· News
· Stories
· Messages
· 20 Titles
· 25 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: May, 2006

Thomas Garrett, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Featured Book
Zero Time
by T.W. Fendley

As Zero Time nears, only Keihla Benton can save two worlds from the powers of Darkness. But first she must unlock the secrets of Machu Picchu and her own past. ..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Featured Book
by Kathy L Wheeler / Kae Elle Wheeler

Genna Lyndsey prefers books to people. So when they get to close, she uses obscure quotes to push them at bay. But it doesn't always work...  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

   Recent articles by
Thomas Garrett

Gray days of November
Elephant talk
Popsicle memories
When it comes to sports, folks get serious
A taste of chicken
Old Warriors
Forget the lobby, let's all go to the drive-in
Amelia, the mosquito, the fly and the flu bug
Going where no one’s gone before
How can you be scared of Hurricane Fred?
Let your mothers know you love them
If you really want to eat, fry, fry again
           >> View all

Ode to the Hoover hog
By Thomas Garrett   
Rated "G" by the Author.
Last edited: Monday, September 11, 2006
Posted: Monday, September 11, 2006

Share    Print   Save    Become a Fan

They roam the Southwest and South, these hard-shelled creatures who usually meet their fate in the middle of the road.

“What is that?”

That’s a question posed to me generally by someone pointing in the direction of where my waistline should be. And before somebody comes up with a smart aleck remark, it’s not what you’re thinking.

It’s my belt buckle, or, more specifically, what’s on it. The “that” in question is an armadillo.

“A what?”

That’s usually the follow-up question asked by unknowledgeable Yankees.

Armadillo. Also known as a hard-shelled possum, possum-on-the-half shell, Hoover hog and other equally endearing names. A creature largely indigenous to the southern reaches of the country, particularly that former republic south of the Red River and north of the Rio Grande where some have started giving it a sort of honored position in the animal kingdom.

Not very many armadillos make it even this far north because the climate tends to be a little cool for them, although there have been occasional armadillo sightings around here. Some people think it’s a dumb animal, but considering its avoidance of the northern portion of the colder northern portion of the country, the armadillo probably should be considered among the more intelligent of animals.

The armadillo probably is best known for being a roadside attraction because of its unsuccessful encounters with moving vehicles. I know of no reports of an armadillo ever wining in gladiatorial combat with Detroit’s finest. However, it is rumored that the critter may stand an almost equal chance against some of those automotive imports from the land of the rising sun. After all, some of those vehicles aren’t much bigger than an armadillo.

Now, some people don’t like armadillos. They think they’re vile, disgusting creatures. Of course, the same can be said for a somewhat sizable part of our population as well. I agree they can be nasty little varmints when they want to – the armadillos – especially whenever they root their way under a house in search of whatever armadillo delicacies might be there. It’s sort of like having a kangaroo in armor jumping against your floor.

Despite the somewhat dingy reputation some have thrust upon nature’s little tank, I still must admit to a certain fondness for the creature. I’m not really sure what it is about the armored animal that strikes my fancy, however.

It may be their persistence in constantly trying to get across highways and, more often than not, becoming pavement patties. But their descendants continue the quest anyway. Of course, this alleged persistence also could be interpreted as rank stupidity on the part of a creature whose brain cavity is about the size of an extra-large hickory nut.

Another reason for their appeal may be that they have been the object of scorn and ridicule for so many years. No matter what strides have been made in man’s relationship with other animals, the poor armadillo has been treated as a second-class creature.

But this may be changing. During the last few years, the lowly armadillo has risen to an almost cult status in some places. You can find its image on shirts, caps, beer ads, posters and other mass-market items, including belt buckles. Business establishments use its likeness and name in their names.

Perhaps the armadillo is finally being given the recognition it so richly deserves. And I’m certainly going to do my part to correct the social injustices inflicted upon this creature.

Armadillo lovers of the world unite!

(Since I wrote this, armadillos have become full-fledged residents of northern Arkansas. Our friends at Cave City have trapped nearly three dozen armadillos this summer to keep them from dozing up their yard. Unfortunately, armadillos still haven’t figured out how to cross the road.)


Reader Reviews for "Ode to the Hoover hog"

Want to review or comment on this article?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 9/12/2006
The humor of Ode to the Hoover hog, won me riches!! I live in close proximity to Cripple Creek, Colorado, an old gold mining town turned casino town. Burros, modern-day descendants of the miners gold-packing burros roam the streets of Cripple Creek freely, as the town owns the donkeys who rest in people's front yards and on the sidewalks in front of the casinos...of which I frequent. I am a gambler! And a drinker of fine wine and whiskey as the madames, (themes of the casinos to include the leftover whorehouses) bar girls well know and keep my brand within reach. Not too long ago, I was playing TEXAS OIL slot machines. I lined up five armadillos for a friggin' whopping amount! They've got my vote to do just about anything they want, except blocking my winding mountain road up to Cripple Creek!!! Great article, Sonny! Count Sage Sweetwater an armadillo lover!


Deedee Divine's Totally Skewed Guide to Life by Diana Estill

From holiday hazards to riffs on road trips and the decline in our nation's GNP ("Gross Needless Products"), humorist Diana Estill sets loose her alter ego Deedee to share outrageo..  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Shakespeare: Slammed, Smeared, Savaged and Slaughtered by Jay Dubya

Shakespeare: Slammed, Smeared, Savaged and Slaughtered (Part I) is adult literature featuring adult content and language...  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
© AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.