Blaze

Blaze entered from the back yard and dropped a pair of dirty gardening gloves on the counter.
"We can do some of both," he said, "no telling what will work better. Any luck with crossbows or like... horse syringes? If we can get some pumping around that thing it might do more damage than just hitting the outside."

He smelled his hands, made a face, then proceeded to scrub them in the kitchen sink.

"Also, any luck finding a good spot to lure it to?" he asked.