Dad and I were watching a western late at night when I was a kid. Had one run from under the couch to the TV stand. I went and got my trusty red rider. He came back towards the couch and stopped (big mistake) "thwack!" Mom came walking in about the time I was hitting the blood stain on the carpet with cleaner.I shot a booner mouse in a box blind once. He kept running in & out & I got ready for him. Next trip there was a loud thunk in the corner and Blood...short draw on a recurve..