Actually, its the strangest one I ever saw.
Maybe 25 years ago my father had a large commercial spa put into an added room on the east end of our house. My mother had had a number of surgeries and was to have water therapy every day for two years in town. We're 40 miles from town, so after adding it all up, it was less expensive to pay $4,000.00 for the spa and about $1,800.00 to have the room built than go to town every day for two years, but that was 25 years ago.
So the spa had been emptied for maintenence, Ma had just driven Dad back home from the dentist that morning with 4 new wisdom tooth holes in his jaw, and they really had him doped up big time.
Ma gets him into bed and half an hour later she walks through their bedroom and back into the spa room and hollers that there's a weasel in the spa room! Its dead winter so that weasel was snow white. I bounce the bed up and down to wake Dad up. I was just 8 years old and I wasn't about to go challenge that weasel.
So Dad gets out of bed, staggers back to the gun room, takes a Remington .22 pump off the wall, goes to the spa room, wobbles around taking aim and drops the weasel with one shot. He hands me the rifle and flops back into bed.
Three hours later he gets up and Ma starts raking him big time for shooting at a weasel that was IN the spa on the second step down. "What if you had missed or the bullet had gone through the weasel into that spa!?!?"
"Weasel? What weasel?" He was clueless! Those meds they gave him to knock him out for 8 hours left him without any memory of the whole thing.
How he managed to drill that weasel wobbling around like he was is a miracle... not to mention that hollowpoint hit just right enough to not pass through the weasel!