this reminds me of a story:
Mr Lilly's grandma lives right down the road, she's 101, and is forever callin down here and tellin us, "I gotta job for you". One mornin about 7 am she called and wanted Mr Lilly to come get rid of a coon she'd caught in a live trap. So he gets the small .22 pistol, since it's a small critter and in a cage type trap, he didnt wanna do any damage to the trap. Off we go, git down there, and we are standin there lookin at this lil PO'd coon in the trap. He takes the pistol and puts it just inside one of the holes in the trap, fissin to shoot it. Next thing I know the coon reaches up and grabs the pistol, and took it outta Mr Lilly's hand. He's fumblin tryin to get it back, lil coon fingers are all over the gun, it spun around several times on top of the trap, with them fightin over it. Skeered the crap outta me, I told Mr Lilly after he finally got it back and shot the coon, "I just knew I was gonna be writin an obituary that said, Man shot by coon!!!"