The next day, when I returned to the beach to present my work to Armadilla, she was gone.   I asked an old fisherman if he had seen her.

"What, you mean that hah-brid?" he snorted.

"No," I said.  "She was a woman, tall, dark hair, boobs out to here...You know her?"

"Yeah, that's the hah-brid!" he said.   "She's gone, along with the rest of her kind.  Left this morning, them troublemakers."

My God, of course!  With a name like Armadilla, it was so obvious!

"It ain't natural, all them critters runnin' around.  It's an egregious abuse of medical research we got goin' on around here." he said.  "I heard they was goin' out East somewhere."

I never saw her again.  But she continues to inspire me, even today, three weeks later. Armadilla, if you are reading this...this tostada's for you.