As I walked into school this morning, I saw an angry Armadillo parked in the way of the double doors. He refused to move, so I had to call fo backup from another teacher inside to convince him to let me pass. Without any turning signals, an armadillo cannot tell me which direction he wants to go, maybe he wanted to come to class today. After a while convincing the armadillo to leave the school grounds, he curled into a ball, and rolled down the hill at the front of the school. I wonder if he will be back tomorrow.