One down....

Yes, that is a dead armadillo out in the yard.  The time had come, I had enough! Don't get me wrong, he honestly left me alone for the most part...BUT...he was leaving the landscape full of those little "toe catcher" holes....

Now, if I trip and fall, I get over it and get up. But if something else - like say a horse or a goat- were to catch a hoof in a hole and break a leg, I would feel bad forever. There was no relocating this guy, he just had to go!

Mr Farmhand actually had gotten up the other night and wandered out to the fridge in the shed for a glass of milk...and there he was! Mr Sandman, our armadillo....and in his socks and underwear (the proper hunting attire out here) my husband took him out! It was like a mob hit, old school, deadly, mission accomplished.

Now if only we could get the possum that keeps tearing up the trash! I've had about enough of that too!

Mr. Sandman - the armadillo!

Well, that's what I have started calling "it" - not getting close enough to check if it be a he or she - but since we moved in we have had an armadillo visit NIGHTLY!  Seems to live under the house...digs me lovely little pot holes to trip and fall into in the yard...and is smart enough to run under the house EVERY time we try to "remove" it! 

Notice in the video how is saunters under the house - not runs - just scoots along on a mission.  This bugger ain't afraid of NOTHING! And the HOLES! Oh lord the holes!  Mr Farmer tried to blame it on the pig...yeah, no.  Pigs root - they don't dig deep, small, perfect pits like this armadillo does!  Since I have caught it in action, I can tell the difference! Kinda like using tracks to tell you if you are following a coyote or a bear...I can pick apart a hole dug by a pig and an armadillo like a PRO!

Every night I know when it is 9 or 10 just about....because that is when it goes for it's evening stroll and walk about the property...

So...while not the best video shot in the dark here is Mr Sandman!