We recently went through a dog training program, and the woman running it referred to Dachshunds as killing machines. They are bred to hunt badgers, after all.
I did the delivery driver thing for a few years. A Chihuahua got me in Portola Valley, CA. Late 1980s, when you could still get Coca Cola in glass bottles.
I remember hearing of a waterspout in the SF Bay many years ago, and my parent’s neighbor in the South Bay had their trampoline lodged in a tree by a small twister. We had one touch down in Bernalillo when we lived in NM.
I use the Socratic method of asking a series of questions until they come to the precipice of having to confront their own cognitive dissonance. At that point they usually get angry and change the subject or run away. Intellectual honesty is a foreign concept to them.