There were four of these little babies and they came right up to my girls.
Then they rolled up into balls and bounced down the side of the mountain back to their burrow under a rock ledge.
Chipette and Magpie are wanting a pet aramadillo for the treehouse now.
The answer is "No way!" from the treehouse,
P.S. Thanks to my Papaw for inspiring the title of this post. When he first saw an armadillo in the woods while hunting, he told his friends that he'd just seen a possum in the woods with a shell on it. But no one believed him! Now they are everywhere in Arkansas.