I appologize if it's just me who can't see my attempted posts, but they are not showing up for me. Here we go. My cousin and I lived together in an apartment for a few years. We got a pet bunny that she insisted we allow free roam of the apartment. We both adored this bunny. But she more than me. This bunny was known to have it out for me. If I left my door open, bunny would bolt into my room, jump on my bed, and shit it's little pellets ALL OVER MY BED!! It knew I slept there and would do it within seconds! Little fucker had a special reserve just for when my door was open. More than once I actually would chase the bunny as it ran into my room. By the time I got to the bed, it was already covered in shit!! Anyhow, here's my confession. My cousin went out with a girlfriend for her birthday. I stayed home and got drunk. Really drunk. Bunny shits on bed. Fast forward to Cousin getting home. I tell her "bunny was following me when I was taking out the trash and I didn't notice. When I closed the door, bunny got smashed at the neck." She still thinks this was the case. I couldn't tell her the truth... Truth. Bunny shits on bed and runs out into the kitchen. I foolishly point my loaded 9mm at Bunny while yelling. It was like the scene in Boondock Saints when the cat gets shot. It was horrible. I did not shoot the Bunny on purpose. I just squeezed emphatically. Blew the bottom jaw and left leg off. I was heartbroken! But I cleaned everything up and threw Bunny in the dumpster. :( I feel so guilty but I'd rather my cousin be upset at me for throwing Bunny away instead of the real story. It's the only time I ever lied to her. I don't ever carry my gun when I drink anymore. Just know that accidents happen when booze and guns are mixed. I'm just glad it was a bunny rabbit and not a human. But then, humans usually won't poop on your bed out of spite...