Reminds me of one of my many jobs in college. I worked on a fancy golf course/yacht club as a grounds keeper (aka Carl Anyway we had this bad Armadillo problem where they dug up parts of the course. My boss asked if I would like over time to do a little hunting...of course the redneck in me jumped at the chance!!
So picture a college kid riding around in a golf cart with a .22 rifle and cooler of beer spot lighting and killing these buggers between multi-million dollar homes, never had one complaint!
An Armadillo has a good 4' vertical jump when shot and only wounded...good times