
I'm pretty sure it would have pissed off the neighbors if I'd used the shotgun, although the satisfaction of dropping them off a branch is hard to beat. Crackling balls and my slingshot were never a consideration because of the fire danger, which was a bit of a shame because I am a Damn Good Shot after all the practice I had in North Carolina.
I only wonder what the trash people are going to think once they realize that each dead squirrel is individually bagged and (by default thanks to the weather) frozen.