It's been nice knowing you, Gladlyville, but I am off to Argentina. Tonight I discovered that Argentina is home to a creature called the pink fairy armadillo, the little palm-sized friend I have been waiting for all my life. Seriously, click that link and look at that picture and tell me you are not (a) sorely tempted to move to Argentina to cozy up to one of those and (b) mildly curious about whether you are being punked, because it looks more like a Pokemon than an actual live mammal.
They die in captivity, so I cannot keep one as a pet, but if I go to Argentina I am confident I can befriend one. Or six. You know. Maybe if I am very gentle with them and kindly bring them some especially delectable grubs, they will dig me a hobbit hole with their adorably oversized claws.
Doesn't that video make you pine for an Argentinean hobbit hole in which you can drink yerba mate with your pink fairy armadillo friends? No? Just me?
Apparently they hate the rain and sometimes die if there's too much of it. They do not sound especially resilient, I have to say, but they couldn't really be any cuter.
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