After the 2003 massacre, Randi opened up a taco stand and called it the “TacoDillo.” Her main servings were armadillo tacos and salsa. Think about that. While it is true that humans eat armadillo, it is also true that only a small number of humans eat armadillo. You don’t see armadillo pictures on the lighted signboard over the shoulder of the teenager who is serving you at the fast food restaurant, and it is rarely on the menu of any restaurant that has lit candles on the tables, where diners prefer tablecloths. This is also true of formica-topped table restaurants, or pretty much any other type of restaurant. But really, let’s be fair. These days, would you look at a chicken in the barnyard, feathers and beak, toe nails and wattles, comb and fluff, and be motivated to say, “Hmm, this critter looks like good eatin’!” Why not armadillo?