Notice the pool in the background. Putting the pool in meant taking out all the grass in the backyard. Of course, when the pool was in Dad starting buying sod. I think we all feel like pro sod layers since we have laid a hundred palettes over the years. Anyway, it looked beautiful until the armadillo started digging holes in the brand new sod. Armadillo are nothing new. They have been harassing Mom and Dad for awhile. However, while we were away and Wes was home they ran across one and once it was...... extinguished, they found a second one. Somehow it ended up in the pool and after a few minutes they fished it out but it was too late. Two in one night. I think my Dad thought he had conquered the armadillo. Well, until the holes in the sod showed up. Side note: Wes's version of the armadillo massacre is hilarious. Sad but still funny.
Now that Dad realizes the armadillo are seeking revenge and the kids are here he makes it a teaching moment. How to catch an armadillo. My Mom had taken the kids out to the woods to look for the hole they live in. Mom and the kids googled information about armadillo and even looked up you tube videos. The only thing left for Dad to teach them was how to catch one in a trap. They set the trap.
We wait. Every morning Jack checks. No armadillo. We wait. More than a month goes by. Still nothing. Jack starts to lose interest and at the point only checks the trap occasionally. I guess he didn't like the disappointment.
Yesterday as we went through our daily routine i noticed Jack playing on PBSKids.com. I am not anti-computer at all especially when they are playing educational game. I do like to limit the time they spend so i kick him off. He hops out of the chair and says can o go check the trap. I say sure why not. All I hear is screaming "WE CAUGHT THE ARMADILLO (followed by John's "it's a armadiwa") WE DID! WE CAUGHT IT!" I go out and in the trap is a big armadillo. I can Dad and tell him to come get it. They are creepy looking things. While we waited we did what anyone does when they catch a wild animal took pictures
and of course we had to feed it. I would hate to send it to a new home hungry.
Dad arrived and told the boys they had caught the "Grandaddy" , meaning it was a big armadillo. The boys took it literally. We looked at him for a few more minutes and then Dad told the kids to tell Arnold the armadillo goodbye. Dad showed them the "big hunter" pose.
Jack didn't like the name Arnold though. So, he was named Clark the Grandaddy armadillo and bid farewell. He was released and we felt good about that.