One time, in high school, I was staying the night at a friend’s house. We had been shooting bb guns all over the neighborhood, as young troublemakers tend to do, when we heard the craziest animal noises start coming from my friend’s back yard. We ran back there to find that his tiny dachshund had cornered a possum, and both animals were wailing at each other.
They began to fight, and then they separated, and the dachshund wound up in the corner. Both animals injured, my friend and I intervened the only way two 14-year-olds new how. With our bb guns.