It occurs to me to ponder upon unintended consequences. I expect that we all have had some, and that's sad to think. Personally, if - and when - I act, I prefer to hit the right target.

Reminds me of grade school when I loathed a classmate who wouldn't leave me alone. He teased me, followed me around, always stayed within earshot. One day in gym, I threw a volley ball at him as hard as I could. He dodged just as a girl stepped into line. I feel bad about that to this day and that was something like 70 years ago.