We used to have tons of armadillos when i was a kid. I saw one milling around, turning over rocks, looking for food once not more than 20 feet away. I decided to stand perfectly still to see how close he would get to me before he noticed. A few minutes later, he worked himself right up to me, and actually attempted to turn over my shoe. I died laughing and he almost crapped himself.

When I was a bit older, my brothers and some friends and I were at the camp house during deer season. It was a nice evening, and I took a walk with an older brother to pass the time. Everyone else stayed behind. There was a 10 acre tank that we walked around, and there were armadillo holes everywhere. Sure enough, we soon spotted one and gave chase, but he made it to his hole. My brother did manage to reach in up to his shoulder and pull him out by the tail.

Meanwhile, my oldest brother and one of his friends decided to lay out their bedding in the back of our truck and sleep al fresco for the evening. By the time my brother and I returned, they were laying down, tailgate up. Of course we threw that armadillo in the bed with them. Still haven't heard the end of that one.