I worked with a guy who hated the blue jays that would walk on his roof. So one day he blasted one of them with a BB gun and put it in his freezer. But he really couldn't handle killing things. So then, whenever he heard the blue jays on his roof, he would pull the deceased one out of his freezer and lob it onto the roof to scare the other ones away. Oh yeah, he had tied a string around the dead one's leg so that he could yank it off and put it back in his freezer for safe keeping.