We could probably make a reality show out of trying to kill the armadillo that is digging up our yard.
I heard him again last night and, boy, he was going at it! The sound was coming from the area around the shed, where there's a 4-foot high L-shaped lattice fence attached to the shed, built to hide stuff like buckets and lawnmowers and extra lawn chairs. The fence has trapped a deep pile of leaves, and they were just a-rattling!
I went inside the house to get the spotlight. The Husband was watching TV in his recliner. When he saw me come through the living room, he said, "Armadillo?" I said, "Yep." He got up, put his shoes on, got the rifle, and followed me outside.
We stood on the porch and listened for a minute, then eased out the porch screen door, careful to not let it slam shut. We could hear the armadillo thumping around in the stuff behind the fence. Every time he would go to digging, we would move a little closer, hoping the noise the armadillo was making would cover the sound of the leaves crunching under our feet. We crept right up to the fence.
I flicked on the spotlight and shined it over the fence. The Husband switched off the rifle safety and pointed it over the fence. The spotlight stayed on about 2 seconds, then went dark. I turned it on again, and it stayed on about about another 2 seconds, then went dark again. It would not stay lit!
Meanwhile, (presumably) the armadillo scampered under the shed where we think it lives.
We went back inside the house, defeated yet again.
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