A .22 pistol doesn't produce the most intimidating retort but a quick couple of pops behind you in your suburban kitchen adds an extra dimension to the experience. Had my wife been in the vicinity, I might not have lived to tell the tale.
In all seriousness, safety should always be front and center. In recent years, I've cut a 3/4"x 1/8" kerf through the middle of my finger tip, sent a spark from a grinder into a large charcoal airfilter drawing over 1000 cfm and shot molten hellfire across my shop hammer-welding Damascus steel with a bit too much flux and a heavy hand.
A straight up, living, breathing " don't be like Bob" advert but I did eventually get the lesson.