Apparently everything’s weirder in Texas.
You can’t make this kind of stuff up because no one would believe you if you did.
I can only imagine how that conversation with the cops went.
Cop: Ma’am, tell us what happened.
Lady: I wanted to buy an armadillo from him, and–
Cop: … you wanted to buy a what?
Lady: An armadillo! They’re good eating, if you know how to cook them.
Cop: … uh, okay, ma’am. So you were going to buy this armadillo. What happened?
Lady: Well, it wasn’t just an armadillo. It was a frozen armadillo.
Cop: It… was a frozen armadillo. I didn’t know they came frozen, ma’am.
Lady: They don’t usually, but I thought I’d thaw it out on the weekend.
Cop: … all right, so you were there to purchase a frozen armadillo.
Lady: And we argued. It was very upsetting. I was very upset! He was trying to charge me way more than we’d agreed on! Far more than the going rate for armadillos!
Lady: Of course there is.
Cop: … yes, ma’am. He wanted to charge you too much. Then what happened?
Lady: He threw it at me!
Cop: He threw what at you?
Lady: The armadillo!
Cop: He threw the frozen armadillo at you?
Lady: Yes! And it hurt a lot! I’ve got bruises all the way from here to–
Cop, interrupting: Ma’am, you don’t have to show me, we have pictures.
Lady: Oh, right. Sorry, I get carried away.
Cop: Right. Well, that’s all we need right now, ma’am. We’ll stay in touch.
Lady: Thank you so much!
Cop, after the Lady leaves: … at least it wasn’t a frozen platypus. That would be just silly.