It's blowing a hooley here, but I wanted to play with my Drulov rifle. Mrs Bum was cooking in the kitchen so I settled for shooting from the back door.

"If you're going to do that, can you clear Alberts cack off the top step" was her only comment. We have some steps up to the lawn and the top step is the racetrack that the slugs use when it rains.
My primary zero!

Less than two seconds and five shots later the dessicated whippet shit was gone! I looked around with a "aren't I clever?" look on my face, only to be met with a scowl?

Women eh? I'll never understand them.