Years ago, about 20-30, my grandmother was in a very rural area and had too many wild farm cats and wanted them thinned out. You went over to her place and cats were sitting everywhere. On the wood fence, stumps, everywhere. She had a nephew who was a hunter and bragged, I will clean them out for you. He came over one day and bang, shot one and all the rest disappeared. Thereafter, every time he drove over the cats would mysteriously disappear until he left. He was only able to shoot one. We still laugh about it. I think he thought they would sit there like it was a shooting gallery.
Should’a had someone else drive the car away.