The Armadillo Wars, Part 4a: A truce is declared?

I am not so naive as to believe the armadillo is gone for good, disgusted with my prime grubs and the nerve I display in trying to trap him. But he has not shown his little clawed feet in 3 nights and I am calling a truce. Not taking up the trap (who knows what raccoons may yet be curious), but not rebaiting it either.

I did an article for the North Texas e-News on being the recipient of a four-leaf clover and whether or not it changed my luck over three days.

Got rather philosophical, if I do say so myself.

Not philosphical enough to trap a armadillo...