I remember many years ago when my pit bull was alive, she tore up an armadillo. She was pouncing on it against the house like a football player at practice hitting up against those dummy pads and pushing them down the football field. I didn't know what the heck was going on until I went outside and saw her shredding the poor thing to pieces. I was like, "Uh Oh".![]()
They make great soup provided you can catch and open one.
Soup? I'll pass on that.



