In college, Sunday morning watching a sermon with roommates in the living room, saw a squirrel just outside the patio door on the ground. Grabbed my .22 that they didn't know I had and swiftly opened the patio door and fired from inside the apartment at it as it ran from me. Bullet entered the hip and exited the shoulder. Dead immediately. We grilled it that afternoon... Tasted bad as the intestines were ripped open and rained the meat... But that is a memory!