I'm a late worker and a late riser, so I got woken at 10 this morning. Ok, fine, that's way too late to be getting up. Leave my sleep cycle alone. It's broken.
Anyway, there's a possum in the window of my mom's office. She's upset. I tell her to go get Shadow, our gigantic lab/newfoundland mix, and let him loose at it. I load my crossman $25 bb pistol with a few bbs I find in my carpet and pop in a fresh co2 cylinder and stagger downstairs in my underwear a few minutes later, greeted by a fresh array of dog feces scattered over her office carpet around six feet from the possum.
I am not wearing my glasses. Pay attention to that fact, because I'm going to use it in a minute here. I form a proper sight picture on the lil bastards head, yell at the top of my lungs, and put five little steel pellets there at around 450 fps. He doesn't budge. I yell more. He doesn't even pretend to die, which is ego bruising.
Turns out the window was not open. In my mind, why else would a possum be inside a window unless he could crawl inside it? Oh jeez. The only reason I splattered bbs all over his head was because I figured he'd cut and run. Same with the dog. Now I'm out of .22 rounds, the only rifle I have ammo for is a 30-30, my maglite isn't finished yet, and I'm off to the store for more.
Goddamit.
