armadillo

In the Navy, I knew a fella who noticed that roadkill was different, depending on what part of the country you were in. He proposed that a road trip in a car with a trunk and backseat full of coolers full of roadkill might be fun from say, west Texas to Flushing New York, depositing armadillo roadkill that didn’t belong there at points east of the Mississippi and north of the Mason-Dixon line.