My Pom would take all her toys and lay them in a straight line and if one toy looked out of place she would shake it really hard and then put it back in the line.
Alex, I'm allergic to seafood so crawdads aren't my thing. But there's a restaurant just west of Lake Charles in Sulphur and it's called The Boiling Point. They bring you a big metal pail soldered onto a metal dish with a rim. The pail is filled with crawdads and very big, large, huge, OMG, it's a 2 chair seater! people who will go through 3 or 4 pails in 1 sitting. It's very popular if you like that stuff.
No, I'm not into grubbing around for grubs. It found enough on it's own. I did wonder if it ate crawdads/crawfish/crayfish though. We had lots of mudball huts they would make which were mud or sand balls that looked like marbles that the crawdads made with bodily fluids - don't know which fluids, never asked - and they would dig a hole in the ground and make mudballs from the dirt and pile them into a dome shape. You could lift the dome off and inside the hole would be a big crawdad - easily 6 inches, in my yard, anyway - and they would get angry and try to snap their claws at you. The local kids would go crawdadding using a string with a bit of chicken meat tied to it and lower the string down into the hole and the crawdad would grab onto it and the kids would bring it up and put it in a bucket for eating later on. Especially after heavy rains when all the roadside ditches were full of crawdads and turtles a lot of kids would be wading in the ditch water doing that. Fun times.
Wonder how they got the sheep to do that? They got Babe the pig to use the secret password:"Baa-ram-ewe! Baa-ram-ewe! To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true! Sheep be true! Baa-ram-ewe!”Works every time.
Armadillos moved on over to Louisiana from Florida years ago after a storm released them from a zoo, so I read long ago. We had an armadillo that liked our backyard and found grubs and stuff to snack on. Sometimes I would hear a tapping on my backdoor window (it was a long full length glass insert) and when I'd go check it would be that armadillo tapping on the glass. I never did invite it in, though. They lay eggs instead of live births.
My Genny Freckles is a rescue dog. She's a spaniel/fox terrier mix so she's black and white with tons of spots. She was born under a porch at a senior citizens retirement home and the people there would throw food scraps to the momma. When the pups were 5 weeks old momma decided to show them how to chase cars which resulted in a call to an animal rescue center which came and took momma and her pups to a safe place. My dog Mz JuneBug Sassy Pants had passed and our other dog missed her quit badly. I found Genny on the internet and went to take her home with me. She clung to my neck on the long ride home and has been stuck to me ever since.
When I lived in Louisiana we had a snake (rattler) on our property and it never bothered any of us. One day we had 2 workmen come by to do some repairs along side of the house. I'm in the house and I hear someone screaming. I find the 2 men near a tree. The screamer is pointing to the water spigot on the house so I walk over to it and I find a shed snake skin. It was a good 6 feet long. I picked it up and the screamer nearly fainted. I showed it to him telling him there was nothing to be afraid of because it was just a snake skin, not a live snake. It didn't help so I put the skin in our garage and the guy calmed down. I sent the snake skin up to Michigan for my daughter's science classes. Her students loved it.We had a coral snake laying at the base of one of our trees so I got my cell phone and got about 4 feet from it and took a picture. The snake didn't move, it was beautiful and so colorful. Showed the photo to my husband when he got home from work. He copied it and used it as his desk top and screen saver at work and everyone who saw it said "Did you kill it?" I never could understand their penchant for killing things down there. Had they seen my bobcat they would have shot that, too.
I did wonder if it ate crawdads/crawfish/crayfish though. We had lots of mudball huts they would make which were mud or sand balls that looked like marbles that the crawdads made with bodily fluids - don't know which fluids, never asked - and they would dig a hole in the ground and make mudballs from the dirt and pile them into a dome shape. You could lift the dome off and inside the hole would be a big crawdad - easily 6 inches, in my yard, anyway - and they would get angry and try to snap their claws at you.
The local kids would go crawdadding using a string with a bit of chicken meat tied to it and lower the string down into the hole and the crawdad would grab onto it and the kids would bring it up and put it in a bucket for eating later on. Especially after heavy rains when all the roadside ditches were full of crawdads and turtles a lot of kids would be wading in the ditch water doing that. Fun times.