Years ago when I was building fuel systems, a honduran laborer had caught an armadillo on a jobsite and put it in a trash can next to my newly installed above ground tanks. I was expecting a visit from the fire marshall, so I took the animal out and placed him back where he belonged. The little brown boy raised so much hell about it, his supervisor (a union goon) asked me why I was so cold as to deprive his boy of supper. I told him that I would gladly call the game warden if he wanted to push the issue (transporting live armadillos is a no-no in Texas).
A shorter reply to the supervisor would have been, “’cause leprosy.”