The pre-Christmas ham has long since become ham and bean soup, and gaseous remnants of bean soup. And today, the Christmas turkey carcass is becoming turkey soup. But as inevitable, (oh no!) the wife calls sweetly "honey, we need two cartons of chicken stock -- can you run to the store?" OK, so I make a quick dash for just a few items, noticing, as I carry the bags into the kitchen, another intruder in the back yard. OK. No problem. The garage door is still open. I pick up the "terminator" and step around the back corner in time to see this one scurry to safety, stopping only at the edge of the back yard to give a side-wise backward glance at me. Pffftt! Pop! wiggle, flop. And speaking of pop, look closely at this guy's off side eyeball after being struck with a CPL at about 35 yards. By the way, this was a standing, off-hand snap shot at this little rodent. Tee Hee Hee, score number three. Well, the AA-410 may give new meaning to the word "pffftt!" but to the extent the rifle is very quiet, it certainly accentuates the sound of the pellet finding its mark, also giving new emphasis to "pop," as in "pop goes the tree weasel". I love the AA-410.