A frying pan was my grandmothers weapon of choice.
She laid out my uncle with one when he came back from Marine boot camp and sassed her.
Hot off the stove too.
A cast iron skillet is a definite attention gitter and attitude changer. Why my wife seems to find and buy a couple each time she goes to an auction, flea market or yard sale is a puzzle to me. Unless, it is purposeful to remind me that she has a bunch of them. At one time I believed she had the market cornered but saw several for sale at a festival.
Dude, and I thought Xena's Mom was hardcore just for chuckin' the skillet at family miscreants!