Some years ago, my wife named a ground squirrel, which lived near her garden, Emile because he kept coming into the garden for “a meal.”
The two of them, Emeal and Emile, met similar ends, though Emile didn’t require nearly 81 rounds to dispatch.
I don’t know...if some outlaw rodent had the nerve to scarf MY veggies I would put 81 rounds of 22 longs in his miserable hide just on principle!