Turning and shining her flashlight toward the front of the nativity, the beam stopped on an oversized, armadillo-shaped stuffed animal that had come from LaFreda’s toy room. Olivia said, “When I opened my eyes after my prayer, I was startled by a hungry armadillo digging in the ground. Armed as I was, I raised my left hand to spotlight a way out of the barn while raising my right in preparation to swat at the armadillo’s hard shell, planning on prompting him toward a hasty retreat.” A ...