Reminds me of the time I was a little kid and dragged my dad's bird-hunting shotgun out of his closet. He had neglected to unload it, and when I pulled the trigger, it went off, scaring the shit out of me in more than one way. I thought I was IN SO MUCH TROUBLE. But how wrong I was. Dad was the one in hot water, not me. Boy, did Mom ever let him have it!