I was initially down there with a flashlight and my around-the-house gun stuck in my waistband. I hadn't been down there long before the voice of common sense pointed out that a .22 revolver stuffed full of Federal .22LR Punch, optimized for 14" or more of penetration in bad guys, might not be the best choice on thin-skinned varmints in a basement full of Bobbi's old radio gear, to say nothing of the water heater, furnace, and assorted gas and water lines.
So I rummaged around in a big box of assorted CCI specialty ammo I'd received from Farmer Frank years ago (and he must have gotten it for a writing project years before that, because this stuff was a couple CCI label changes old; 1990s, at least) and fished out some .22 CB rounds.
I loaded those into an old favorite...
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