One night I was awakened by the sound of someone fiddling with the front door lock,

I sat up in bed to listen more intently, definitely what I was hearing so I reached into the nightstand and retrieved my .40 caliber pistol,

then I heard the front door opening so I crept out of bed towards the hallway, then the door closed and I could hear footsteps across the hardwood floor coming my way, from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?" silence, then a female voice called out, "it's me Molly"
I was so mad,

my wife had given her a key to spend the night and had failed to tell me.

But I never even got as far as chambering a round or pointing the pistol.
What the blade runner did was reckless manslaughter in the least.