When I was about 15 or so, a friend and I were squirrel hunting. I shot one out of a tree and it came plummeting down, kerthump. I ran to get it and it was still alive. So I decided I would stomp it. So I brought my size 12s down on that booger, and he flopped over on his back and grabbed the bottom of my boot and started chewing on it! I was hopping around on one foot shaking the other leg trying to get that squirrel off, but hung on tight. All the time he was growling and snarling and just eating my sole off. I just knew I was going to feel his teeth sink into the bottom of my foot at any time. My buddy yelled, "I'll get him!" and I thought he was going to shoot it off my foot, so I started hopping and kicking faster, screaming, "DON'T SHOOT!" Meanwhile my friend had found a big stick and came at me trying to knock it off. He hit me in the ankle and I gave a great big kick and that squirrel let go and took off running through the leaves. The only thing on my mind was I couldn't let that squirrel get away to terrorize someone else, so I blasted him again and took him out. Then I hopped over to get him because my ankle was swelled up and I couldn't walk on it. I turned around to show my buddy the squirrel and he was laid out cold as a cucumber. Evidently I had knocked him in the head when he hit me in the foot. So be very careful if you go squirrel hunting. All sort of bad things can happen!