"Retreating is what I'll be doing when I go into the kitchen to grab 2 fingers of single malt to calm my nerves after I've shot (until he/she quits moving) an intruder found on the inside of my abode."
Thats right, rest up with a little booze to take the "edge off". You gotta long night ahead of you: gutting, sawing, digging, filling back in the dirt. Then you gotta clean the house and get ready for work the next morning.
No need to involve the cops ... they have enough to worry about.
Ya might not want the sherrif to smell whisky on your breath
I'll drink to that! Spot-on!! It's like the sign my boys once gave me: "I've got a .45 and a shovel and I doubt anyone will miss you!"