I shouldn't tell this, but here it goes. 35 years ago I had a flock of semi feral bantams that slept in the white pines in back of our house. A family of Great Horned owls started decimating them. One night as the chickens were screaming in panic, I grabbed my shotgun (a single shot 20 gauge hammer gun) As I walked into the kitchen, I palmed the hammer and shot a hole through the ceiling. Can you imagine the noise? My wife found me staggering around in the backyard clutching the gun and shaking my head- yep, you guessed it- totally nude. She said that her initial thought upon hearing the gunshot (3 AM) was "Well, he didn't seem depressed when we went to bed."