Although I keep getting older, I'm still experiencing some things for the first time. My current new experience involves an armadillo who decided to move in with us. Actually, he dug a burrow between the holly bushes and the foundation, and comes out at night to forage for grub worms and the other nasty stuff armadillos eat. We decided he had to go.
Today, the guy from the wildlife control company came out and set the trap. He says it's not unusual for armadillos to stay in their holes for several days at a time, and not to worry if it takes a while for the little bastard to get caged.
When I was an adolescent, my dad took one of my pals and me to his old homestead, a place where we could shoot up 300 rounds of .22 ammo without bothering anyone. To pass time, we prowled around the woods looking for an animal to kill. Eventually, we crossed paths with an armadillo out searching for an afternoon snack. Those motherfuckers are faster than you might imagine, and can definitely get through thickets more rapidly than we could. We were chasing the armadillo while shooting at him, and trying to avoid accidentally killing each other. Eventually, one of us got a hit. We carried the dying creature back to our campsite, then shot him about 20 more times for making us chase him. Boys will be boys.
It took a few decades, but the scales are balancing again. I paid the wildlife control guy about 200 bucks to set up the trap, and it'll cost me another 80 dollars to have the armadillo carried away and released humanely far from here. Somewhere, the descendants of the armadillo we shot to hell are having a good laugh and enjoying sweet revenge.
Today, the guy from the wildlife control company came out and set the trap. He says it's not unusual for armadillos to stay in their holes for several days at a time, and not to worry if it takes a while for the little bastard to get caged.
When I was an adolescent, my dad took one of my pals and me to his old homestead, a place where we could shoot up 300 rounds of .22 ammo without bothering anyone. To pass time, we prowled around the woods looking for an animal to kill. Eventually, we crossed paths with an armadillo out searching for an afternoon snack. Those motherfuckers are faster than you might imagine, and can definitely get through thickets more rapidly than we could. We were chasing the armadillo while shooting at him, and trying to avoid accidentally killing each other. Eventually, one of us got a hit. We carried the dying creature back to our campsite, then shot him about 20 more times for making us chase him. Boys will be boys.
It took a few decades, but the scales are balancing again. I paid the wildlife control guy about 200 bucks to set up the trap, and it'll cost me another 80 dollars to have the armadillo carried away and released humanely far from here. Somewhere, the descendants of the armadillo we shot to hell are having a good laugh and enjoying sweet revenge.
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