Don't laugh now....
I know, it's a gun, but not a gun. But it is a gun. I have mixed feelings about it. I'm such a nurturer by nature, this is completely against my being to own. But I need to be able to defend my animals, so that's part of nurturing too, I guess. For right now, this is about as violent as I'm willing to get, unless it doesn't work. Then I have to look inside myself and see what I really believe.
It's a BB gun and a pellet gun in one. It's fairly manly-ish, mostly. They had a pink one, but since I'm fighting against all the girly-girl stereotypes here, buying a pink gun just ain't gonna cut it. Most of what I do (and all of you do, too, for that matter), is considered by most around here to be "men's work", but I never bought into that. Puh-leeze. Men's work, schmen's work. Anything they can do, I can do SO much better. Buying a pink gun would just go against my inner everything, so no, I bought the oaky looking one with a site. But it's still called a Daisy. That just cracks me up.
Next I build myself a target and learn to use the dang thing. And I defend my own. Bring out that Annie Oakley that's in there somewhere. What a step.