I had a "favorite" in my downstairs, ground-level, most nefarious visitor entry rec-room where 90% of our nights find us watching TV. Guarding it was a .380 Auto, then a 9mm Ruger, and presently I've downsized to a Ruger 10-shot .22 LR. Only because it is less dangerous to my ears and just as dangerous to anyone who enters unannounced because I am comfortable with a guaranteed disabling headshot from a distance no greater than 20 feet from the door of entry. Failing a headshot, 3 shots toward the upper thorax and neck ought to be an end result in my favor. And I still have 6 left for anyone else who follows. Early in my career, I attended an autopsy of a guy who
killed himself with a .22. When his skull was opened, his brains poured out like a loose oatmeal breakfast cereal.
