Nah, not a canned hunt. Armadillos are little wolverines in leather armor. I call self defense on this one.
If you're in the Hill Co. area, call my grandad. At 82, he's barely fast enough to dash across the garden to ice a squirrel with a mattock. No foolin'. I watched him kill one like that when he was 79. I didn't know a man of 8 decades could move like that. He couldn't care less about the other 29 acres, but don't you dare mess with his garden. Those tomatoes might as well be gold as far as he's concerned. Squirrels, rabbits, cats, dogs, you name it. All have fallen to his mighty blows. He's actually quite upset about the fact that his age is forcing him to use a firearm to dispatch would-be vegetable theives.
I pulled a similar stunt while trying to trap a feral cat of some kind. He was eating grandad's goats. We'd find a few pieces of chewed bone, and a little hair, but they dragged off or consumed the rest of the carcass. So, I headed up into the pasture with a live trap and a handful of chicken liver. Mine was a skunk. A BIG skunk. Two .22 rounds took care of him. It must've been a lucky shot, because I've since shot smaller skunks with an AK and not killed them until the fifth round. They're really tough animals.
You know all that back home kind of advice about using tomato juice to remove the stink? HA! My big dumb labrador went right up to the trap to play with the "kitty." She loved to play with cats. Except that this cat sprayed her with something foul smelling. Two cans of tomato juice later, and the dog still smelled like a paper mill. She stunk like that for a solid month. Poor girl.
As for the feral cat... Two weeks later we visited again, and grandad had a bobcat and two coyote skins stretched out on the barn. One shot each of .30-06, between the ears, from 200 yards... with his old '03 and iron sights. He considered it an easy shot because the animals hadn't laid down suppressive fire. He's freaky accurate like that.
