(92) Growing up, we had on and off rat problems. During one season where our bird feed kept disappearing, my mother decided to buy a BB gun to use to scare off/kill the rats. It should be noted that target practice made use of the BB gun more than all actual adventures combined.
On one particular occasion, we heard squeaking inside one of the bird feedbags. We decided to stage an attack. My mom stood ready with the BB gun and she asked me to open the bag. When I did, rats jumped out in every direction. My mom, in panic, fired the gun. The BB ricocheted off the walls and struck me in the arm. In the meantime, rats scurried over my feet and disappeared into the night.
So the one time we tried to attack rats, I got shot.