Playing Tom Triplett in Savannah last month, and I'd already been warned to look out for copperheads. I'm setting up for a rescue shot out of the woods---a routine occurrence for me---and I hear a loud rustling in the underbrush around my feet, noisier than most creatures I'm familiar with, thankfully louder than copperheads tend to be.
I'm startled to have two fearless or clueless armadillos wander out, about 5' away. Strange critters when you don't see them on a regular basis. I had to keep stomping in their direction to run them off so I could throw into the woods on the other side of the fairway.