thwack!

so if i were to imitate the sound of my arrow hitting a target, i think thwack would just about cover it.  (i also like how apparently thwack is a real word because my spell check doesn't think it's wrong.)  but if you can't guess, i went shooting yesterday.  even though it's been months since i shot anything, i killed that raccoon.  killed him dead.  never mind that he's made out of foam.  he's still dead.  pretty sure i punctured a lung or two.  and he deserved it, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.  he just sat there, with that smug little look on his face, thinking he was better than the foam boar because there were less holes in him.  and in all honesty, that boar is pretty fucked up.  can't even recognize his face any more.  but that makes the raccoon even more of an asshole because now he's mocking a fake animal with physical deformities.  and then he just sits there, taunting the archers because he's a smaller target, harder to hit, and apparently not enough of us can hit him because he's still pretty unscathed.  jerk.  he totally deserved the arrow in his throat.