... My wife finds it funny, dogs barking like crazy at night and me jumping up in my boxers with light in one hand and .22 revolver in the other....

Can we all just agree to NOT ask for pictures on this one? Hmmmm?

Haven't tried shooting them with any big bore guns yet, but the little .22 does them in real quick...........

Some years ago, the Armadillo moved into Louisiana. It's arrival was gleefully welcomed by the native Cajuns who proceeded to stew, bake and fry every Armadillo they could kill, or catch. The salvation of this little beast was the discovery that the Armadillo is the only species, other than man, that can carry the Leprosy virus. Take the proper precautions if you are handling them.

Sounds like great fun. The armored charlie of the south.

From what I remember hearing, they carry it but it is a different strain and can’t pass it to humans

Here's a fun read....

http://forums.outdoorsdirectory.com/show...light=armadillo

Intruder in the night......
I step on to the front porch of my small cabin and listen for the noisy approach of my night time intruder. I step slowly from the front step and move silently down the path through the woods. In my right hand is my old 44, a Smith & Wesson model 29, loaded with 250 grain Keith style hard cast lead. In my left hand is my SureFire Defender light.

I move silently down the wooded path, my feet search for the soft earth in the center of the path, avoiding the rocks. I hear the rustle of leaves from my intruder as he moves slightly to my left. Is he trying to flank me? I stop and listen. I turn my head to better locate the direction of the sound. He is closer now, not moving away, he's here for a show down. My pulse quickens as I listen. Is he moving to better his position? I check my own position. I'm in the open pathway, no cover, my silhouette protected only by a dark row of cedars behind me. I am unable to move to cover without giving away my position. The darkness is my only concealment. How could I be so stupid? He is closer now I hear his every move, there, slightly to the left. No! In front of me! He is close, it is now or never, I must make my move.

The light is held high, above my head and out a little left, the big forty four comes up in one smooth easy motion, eye level. My left thumb punches the soft rubber cover on the light switch and a world of light beams before me. The kind of light for an actor on a stage, but where is the actor. The orange-red insert in the front sight picks up the light and is easy to see. It settles quickly in the rear notch. Where is he?

A second passes then two. There! Slightly to the left, I see his distinctive armored hump. The front sight settles in the middle of the hump, my right trigger finger already holding the trigger back more than half way. I steady the gun. The forty four barks in the still darkness. A flash of fire and the light shows the intruder. In just a fraction of a second, I see him go down and roll over as the shot echoes across the creek bottom. The threat is gone! I relax and move forward slowly with my spot light on his last position. A quick sweep to the left and right to check for his back-up. Nothing. I move in and find the big bullet has done its work. A gaping hole in the middle of the armored torso of my nocturnal intruder. One less armadillo, one more training scenario completed. Time for a cold one!