You know what’s squishy on in the inside and also flies at night; bats. Luckily the only one I’ve hit was just a glancing blow to the helmet.
The goose that objected to me leaving a parking lot on the other hand was a solid hit, though I may have played a roll in escalating the situation (ain’t no damn goose going to tell me what to do).
I’ll admit that one ended in a draw with both parties deciding to end the confrontation.