They're back. I put an entire cart of fill dirt in their little triangular holes. One of the holes was so deep I filled it with 11 calamondines because I ran out of fill dirt. I think Sox, the wonder cat, has given up. He seemed equal to the task of perimeter patrol, but has not been seen for two days. Robo thinks that he was traumatized by being locked in the garage. Hope not.
According to the web, nothing works---not moth balls, not predator urine, not high pitched noises----- nothing short of capture and relocate. I have one Havaheart trap and judging from the holes, I have about thirty armadillos. Let's see which month shall I devote to armadillo relocation? And, according to the pros, I have to take each one at least ten miles away.
YOu could drop them half way between there and here on your next visit! Keep up the good fight Vivi, I'm sure the lawn is still beautiful.
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