Dusk

The other evening I was walking the path to my jewelry class. It was dusk and the path is at the edge of the arboretum. I glanced down and saw this giant squirrel. It was coming toward me rather quickly. I let out a startled cry because usually animals run from humans not toward them. It paused, looked confused and changed directions. Thats when I realized it wasn't a squirrel. My mind raced, is it a possum? No, an armadillo. I started to laugh when its friend came out of the bushes and followed, trotting across the parking lot.