I took Jake to the gun range today. We shot about 300 rounds at milk jugs and soda bottles. He's a pretty good shot with a .22.
We also had a real big lightning storm roll in on us from the coast. While we were there I used a port-o-let and had a scorpion drop on me from the roof and land on my aiming hand. I stood there for a few seconds trying to decide if I should let go and fling him off, or finish up and then take care of him. In the end, I walked out with dry boots.