When I was in 'Rescue Training 1969-70 we were on our final field trip ... I was being caried in a litter with a blindfold on to give me an idea what it would be like to be totally dependent on my medical team. All of a sudden, our instructor, and old mountain man born 200 years too late, called, "Academic situation; get that armadillo!"
I was uncermonially dropped, litter and all, as the entire team (four people)ran after this poor little armadillo. When they caught it, it curled up into a ball and they used medical tape to force him to stay that way. Then they put it between my legs and we continued on ....
About 5 minutes later, the litter got very wet where the armadillo was ... it had peed on me, itself, and the litter!
But the end of that story was that we gutted it that night and threw it in the coals, using the bony plates as a roasting pot.
Now that armadillo must have been terrified and making adrenaline for hours. I just remember it tasting like very oily very tough chicken, and marking it down as one of those things I would use as survival food and not before ...
But like a porcupine, it is easy to catch and easy to cook. I think the next time I would parboil it in the shell with some rocks for several hours ... then throw away the armadillo and eat the rocks ....