Two nights ago, I had a minor altercation with this:
Damn training. Crazy lady may have halted the madness before any bodily fluids were exchanged, but I still developed a taste for their sweet nectar. Unfortunately, today, in the wee morning hours, the Demon Spawn climbed onto the roof with her family and stuck her face and paws against the window. She stared directly at me and hissed. I do not cower from a challenge-- especially from prey at 2 AM-- and I decided to kill the Demon Spawn. An overloaded bookshelf, stereo speakers, computer wires, and a silly window on the second floor was not going to stop me. I am powerful.
I am not a weakling, like this poor excuse for a canine: