When B and D tore off one side of the old deck last weekend, they discovered a burrow. We had previously noticed that some critter had been coming and going through the steps and under the deck, but we did not know that we were co-habitating: there was a hole under our house.
A lot of loose sand had been kicked out.
It was a good-sized hole.
D slid the crowbar in. It was pretty deep before the tunnel turned.
Once the deck was all cleared away, B smoothed out the sand to watch for tracks coming and/or going in and out of the hole. For two nights, there was nothing.
The concrete man said he threw a chunk of concrete in there to see if anything would come out. No result. So the hole was filled in and concrete poured (after a few days) on Friday.
Saturday morning was when we could first walk on it. In the night, an armadillo had walked across the concrete and back leaving tracks and a tail drag in the builder’s sand
and little sandy tracks across the concrete.
It also did a little digging work last night, no doubt trying to rustle up some grub---literally!
So we guess that was the burrower that had made a summer home under our house.
No more subsidized housing for armadillos is offered here.