In lieu of pictures, let's talk about pets.

Well, while we're all waiting for pictures of the twins, I thought I'd interject a quick note about our new pets. And when I say "pets", I mean that in the loosest possible definition of the word.

We are the proud owners of a yet unnamed armidillo who likes to burrow holes under our fence and dig up our flowers, and a rather large but harmless toad named Mrs. Nesbit. Both are pets-of-the-night. Around 8pm, Mrs. Nesbit first arrives at our doorstep, and hops around....presumably looking for food, or perhaps merely awaiting the arrival of unnamed armidillo to see which flowers will be evacuated that evening. I am pondering if Mrs. Nesbit is just a bookee who is taking bets for the other toads back at the creek behind our house. Sometimes I see cigarette butts at the creek, and miniature poker chips, so I have to wonder...

"I've got ten lilly pads on the purple petunia in the north-east corner."

Jenn is talking to our friends to find an armidillo cage to borrow so we can catch him. We'll keep you posted. As for Mrs. Nesbit, as long as the betting is kept on-shore at the creek, she should be alright.