Good for you. I've got several cast iron skillets myself just ready to pop someone.
Heh heh!!
I once chased a German Shepherd out of my back yard that had dug under my fence and killed my pet hens. I chased that dog clear down the street in my house robe, with a butcher knife in one hand and bloody chicken in the other.
A few people drove by me while I was chasing it, but nobody stopped...can't figure why.
;-)