I couldn’t begin to count how many dead armadillos we have seen on the roads across America. They are usually small ones too.
Every once in a while, Rich will holler “armadillo” as we are driving 70 miles per hour down a highway. I always tell him to stop or turn around and go back to no avail.
I have never seen a live armadillo in the wild before and it is one of those stupid bucket list things.