There once was this racoon that was snatching peaches from my peach tree. I went out in the back yard one night and this one and some buddies are munching on one of my damn peaches. So I go back in the house and pick up the nearest baseball. I go out in the back yard and the coons give me this, "Hey, asshole, what's your problem?" and they keep munching. So I go into my Herb Score (rightie version) and let it fly. WHAP! Right on the side of the head. The coons scatter, but the one just lay there twitching and then it stopped. I thought, jumping up and down with glee, "Holy crap! I killed it!" But then it staggered to its little peach smelling paws and wandered off. Little bastards never came back for any more peaches. I guess the one told the others about the bad hangover. This doesn't exactly fit the occasion, but it's a lighter subject for a change of pace.
I had a brother that hated squirrels for some reason.
The kindest, most gentle, guy in the world, but he was a gardener-type and hated squirrels eating his veggies.
He bought a rinky-dink pump-powered BB gun and would pop them in the hind legs to scare them away.
One day, he accimentaly hit one in the head and freaked out. "Oh, my God I killed it", as the little thing twitched in the patch. Got pretty wasted that night with remorse.
The worst part is that the damn squirrel took the BB through the eye, lived, as it lodged above the socket, and tormented my poor brother by displaying his hugh deformed wound for a long time after my brother retired his BB gun.
Me, I ran over a rabbit hole full of babies with the lawn mower by accident, and just said "Oh, well".
I once had a raccoon get into my cellar and then up into the rafters. (Not before it destroyed the pantry at the top of the stairs) Didn't use a baseball to get it down however... Just opened a window. :-) With my throwing skills, I'd probably would have missed anyway.