I worked with a guy that worked his flowers bed an hour or two everyday.
He had an armadillo move in and was wreaking havoc.
Friday night, he takes wife out. Getting home, he sees dillo at corner of house, in a shadow, at end of the flower bed.
He sneaks up the drive and in back door. Grabs his 10/22 and goes on the hunt.
Ends up back at the car, only place he could barely make out the dillo in the shadow.
He shots. Hears a thump. Dillo jumps and is hissing. He shoots 5-6 more times. Each shot, dillo jumps and keeps hissing. 10 shots and dillo quits jumping and hissing. Satisfied, he struts in the house, smiling.
Next morning, he is having breakfast and his 9yo son comes in crying. He asked what was wrong? Kid shows him the football he had just gotten for his birthday, full of .22 holes.
He had an armadillo move in and was wreaking havoc.
Friday night, he takes wife out. Getting home, he sees dillo at corner of house, in a shadow, at end of the flower bed.
He sneaks up the drive and in back door. Grabs his 10/22 and goes on the hunt.
Ends up back at the car, only place he could barely make out the dillo in the shadow.
He shots. Hears a thump. Dillo jumps and is hissing. He shoots 5-6 more times. Each shot, dillo jumps and keeps hissing. 10 shots and dillo quits jumping and hissing. Satisfied, he struts in the house, smiling.
Next morning, he is having breakfast and his 9yo son comes in crying. He asked what was wrong? Kid shows him the football he had just gotten for his birthday, full of .22 holes.