Daddy was a person who took great pride in his yards. He kept them mowed and bushes trimmed and it seemed to me he kept extending the area of mowing more each time. We lived in a large curve and you didn't have to start around the curve before you noticed the side of the road was mowed and the yard. It was very pretty.
Mother took pride in her flowers. She always liked what she called "blooming flowers." One thing was for certain, they didn't want a little animal digging holes all over their yard during the night. Daddy watched until he finally figured out what was making the holes on his manicured lawn. An armadillo was identified as the enemy. At that time they must have just been moving into lower Alabama. I guess we never did know from where they came.
Doug and I were visiting one night and the subject of holes in the yard came up. Mother and Daddy were aggravated about it. They wished the little enemy was gone. Well, what was I to do? The pellet gun with plenty of pellets was still there.
It just happened that Daddy was keeping up with the little fellow and could tell us where he was at that particular time. He was under the storage building at the back of his outdoor truck shelter.
I got the gun. Doug got the flashlight and out to the shed we went. We both got down on our knees and Doug shined the light until he found the animal. I positioned myself where I could get a good aim. I didn't know where I shot him but Doug told me later I had shot him right between the eyes. That took care of their yard problems. I got up and took my gun into the house and left the job of getting him out from under the shed to Doug and Daddy.
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