I'll share a little story with ya then ... One morning my Dad and I had gone fishing, didn't catch anything, but as we were leaving a big armadillo ambled out, so I shot him in the head. Took him home and gutted it, removed the shell and then put the shell into an empty air filter box with the ends cut out. I wrapped the box with baling wire so the shell would dry with a slight curve to it and threw it up on a rack to dry. (BTW, it dried out beautifully, I put on a protective spray finish and it is still hanging on my wall ! )
My Dad washed the meat and threw it on the pit. So later on that day, I took dinner over to my grandparents who lived next door to us. My grandma was paralyzed and confined to bed, so I took their meals over every day.
I fixed her a nice plate of salad, beans and some of the BBQ armadilla and took it in to her with a big smile on my face, told her I had brought her some BBQ chicken. She was eating happily when I left and my Papaw was trying to control his laughter so he wouldn't give away my secret.
She did find out about it later that evening (I think my sister ratted me out) and after she did a LOT of yelling at me, she refused to speak to me for well over a week .... especially after my comment "tastes just like chicken !" .... (it really does).