While walking through the Chicago Botanic Garden’s greenhouses this season, I fell in love with a little armadillo. Not just any armadillo, mind you, he is a succulent covered testimony to Texas road kill that goes beyond the natural. He is prickly. He is flowery. He is adorable.
And in the spirit of the famous words of Dory the Fish there can only be one name for him, “I shall call him Squishy.”
Go about your lives people: I will continue to fantasize about plants and gardening and, of course, Squishy, while desperately shivering in the arctic cold of Chicagoland.