But my daddy is a stubborn old man.
And he's always got a firearm within arm's reach. Habits established in WWII, I guess.
I can't tell you how splendid it made us kids feel when daddy bagged the burglar (he was breaking into my bedroom window at the time). Instead of feeling helpless and frightened (the police took 45 minutes to get there) we were PROUD that our father was a man who took seriously the job of defending his family.
And it was a win-win, because the burglar got away with two charges of fairly heavy bird shot in his backside (I think it was #6, know it was 16 ga - dad's old Parker side by side). And I'm sure he told everyone there was a crazy man up the hill with a loaded shotgun at his side (it couldn't have been 60 seconds from the time I screamed until the first loud bang).
Tsk, tsk. Hunting goblins with a bird gun.
Unfortunately, neither Federal, Remington or Winchester make "goblin shot."
Until they do, my Mossberg 500 is loaded with #1 buckshot. And a couple of slugs in the stock sleeve for backup.