Better yet, you should've shot the wax outta your ears.When I was a kid there was a kid down the street who used to call me "Nature Boy" cause I went to the local museum to work every day after school. He thought I must be a sissy. His dad bought him a BB gun and I saw him one Saturday morning shooting Robins out in his front yard. So I wandered over and asked him what he was doing? He said, "I'm shootin' birds with my new BB gun. You wanna try?" I said, "Sure" and he gave it to me at which point I shot him in the leg with it. I guess I needed some hunter training or something? Oh well.
...but..then again, that poor kid woulda got sh*t all over himself if you did.