Actually, the first time I almost put a hole in the wall was 15 years ago. A GD red squirrel got into the house and under the bookcase. My two Springer Spaniels were going berserk and said they weren't going to let up on this case, even if it took weeks. Being of sober mind, I called 911 seeking a solution from animal control. I was eventually routed to the State Police barracks, and I told the nice lady trooper there that I was planning to shoot the little bastard.
She said "No no no, you might put a hole in your wall."
And that was the end of their concern.
So there I was later laying on the floor with a flashlight and a Ruger Standard .22lr, supervised by two Springers, murdering a squirrel.
It was as unpretty as you can imagine, I had to drag him out with a stick, and dropped him into the Saranac River where I drop the rest of my mistakes.