So, here's my Armadillo story:
Several years ago, I lived in Florida on a couple of acres. Armadillos were constantly tearing-up my yard.
One day, when I came home from church, one was rooting around in my front yard near the street. He was not bothered at all when I turned into my driveway and drove past him (could have been a "her", I guess). My home was set-back about 50 yards from the street.
I drove down the driveway, grabbed my pellet gun in the garage, and snuck back towards the critter, keeping a bunch of palmettos between us so he wouldn't see me. Now, for some reason that I can't explain, I only loaded one pellet in the gun. Anyway, I got close enough, and popped it with the pellet; thereby causing the armadillo to run into the middle of the palmettos, and just stand there.
So, I proceeded to go back to my garage, and load another pellet in my gun. Again, I don't know why I only loaded one pellet - but I did. I snuck back to the palmettos, and he was still just standing there. He let me get within a couple of feet, and I was able to get a good head shot.
Then, the most bizarre thing occurred, the armadillo ran onto my driveway, jumped about two feet in-the-air, and then landed on this side; got on his feet, and repeated the process over-and-over - jumping, "splatting", and jumping.
I then proceeded back to my garage once again, only this time I exchanged my pellet gun for my aluminum softball bat. When I got back to the armadillo, he was still jumping and splatting in the exact same spot. I then took a stance like I was getting ready to take batting practice, timed my swing for the top of his jump, and gave him my best shot.
I then found out that well-struck armadillos don't go "near as far" as well-struck softballs. Despite nearly breaking my wrists, and after a few more whacks, I was finally successful at eliminating one more "roto-rooter" from my yard.