Back when I was a kid, a relative offered to take me hunting, for the first time.
To get used to drawing a bead on a living critter, we went to the local range to shoot at realistic, life sized decoy type targets.
Wabbits, groundhogs, and the like.
While I was beginning to aim at the raccoon, a real live raccoon walked out from behind its decoy duplicate, and wandered off to the side.
For a second, I surely thought the decoy had come to life.
Lock the doors, they're coming in the windows.