My parents hate guns and don't hunt at all they were over visiting when I shot the big one. We have a window above the kitchen sink that overlooks the backyard (this was a week after the quilling), I was washing dishes while they sat at the kitchen table. I watched the porcupine saunter over to the bird feeder, turn and stare directly at me through the window and start taking a dump on my lawn, pretty sure he gave me the finger while he was doing it. While my parents were mid conversation I strolled out of the bedroom with my Sig and gut shot the thing and went back to washing dishes….they were slightly mortified.