Speaking of BB guns and their lethality . . . when I was younger (so much younger than today) my parents stupidly allowed me to have a BB gun. This was made in England, so I don't remember what marque it was -- but it was what was commonly called an air rifle.
So I was about 14 years old, and living in Africa at the time (1970s). I remember shooting that rifle very well -- at my boarding school we had had a rifle range and were shooting .22 real bullets at targets and I was surprisingly good at it. (Yes, I learned firearm safety very early on).
But what I remember about the air rifle was, that you held it in a certain way so that your shot would be silhouetted against the sky, you could actually see the bullet (pellet) leave the gun and travel in a distinct arc -- it was really, really fast, but you could still see it.
The lethality of it makes me cringe to this day, and furthermore, lets me know that I am definitely going to Hell. Just to be assholes, my brother and I decided to shoot at birds. Little birds; sparrows, in fact. Sparrows flying around trees. To be honest, we never really thought we would hit anything. But one day, he did. He hit a sparrow in a tree, not more than 10 meters away. I guess you couldn't miss.
The sparrow fell out of the tree, but did not die. We both began crying; what were we going to do now? It was so obviously alive, yet was not going to survive. This tiny bird that had been merrily flying around seconds ago, and now we were about to put an end to its tiny life forever.
I averted my eyes through my tears and told my brother to kill it. He did.
That was more than 50 years ago and I still have guilt pangs -- even worse, later on in my life, when I was 17 or so, and had another rifle, I started to shoot lizards off walls. Just to do it. In Africa, these were fantastic things -- all multicolored, about 12 inches long, and they would scamper up and down the concrete walls in our garden.
For some inexplicable reason, I decided that it would be "fun" to try to shoot them. I'm very sorry to say, but I have always ben an extremely good shot. So I hit them every time, from up to 50 meters away. I never went to see what happened to them.
I want everyone to know that I know that I will burn in Hell for all eternity, being turned over a spit above a fire by the devil's representatives to those tiny creatures; while they float around on clouds and hear eternal melodies I will be tortured with long, blunt spears while being flayed and regrowing the skin, over and over and over for all of Eternity.
I just thought everyone should know that in advance, so I don't have to gasp my explanation from the roasting pit every time someone drops by.