Hah! Hilarious. True confession: As kids, friends and I once pooled together to buy a gerbil, duct taped an M1000 to the side of his body and lit the firecracker. Blew his entire right side out, guts and all. Poor little guy was still alive, crawling around with his entrails exposed. I forgot how we put the rascal out of his misery, but we all felt bad afterwards. Then we got into crossbows. Egged on to send a bolt through a cat at short distance, I could not do it. Missed on purpose. If it is not for food, or for defense, I still would not be able to do it to this day. Not that I am haunted by memories, or anything of the sort. Just that the flying squirrel brought back thoughts of the past.