I actually met an Armadillo in Minnesota. A family had one for a pet (go figure) and when the nephews were young walking home from school, they said 'these people have a wolverine in their back yard.' Eh, not quite.
No strawberry ice cream in the house, but there are some strawberries in the fruit salad I'm having for breakfast. I'll take my dogs for a walk, storms permitting. That's the closest I can come on either side of the equation.