We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A few years ago I did something similar with a Colt 9mm. Had just traded a guy for it, and was checking it out back here in my office (while watching tv, alas), and had dropped the clip out, sure I hadn't chambered a round, and dry fired it for trigger check. POW--LOUD, and right thru the wall into my clothes closet on the other side, where i drilled a bunch of my favorite shirts and a favorite old tweed sport jacket. Luckily no one was home, so my shame was told of only later, when it was admitted as a safety-admonishment. Always, always, distrust self, memory is poor substitute for another look-see.