So, I don't use guns. At all. Mostly because my aim is atrocious. How am I supposed to hit the blasted target when my hand is going all over the place?! Besides, I was more interested in books and animals growing up.
Yesterday it all changed.
One of my roomies, Kah, had a nerf gun and darts sitting on the couch after a battle with our home teacher (from what I can make out, though I may be wrong). I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but somehow we ended up taping a few of Kay's plates to the back of our dining room chairs and having a bit of target practice before church.
I think the best moment was when I accidentally shot too high, the dart bounced against the wall, and then landed in the fishbowl. Poor Dr. Seuss (The fish). :)
Fare thee well, friend!