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So I had a great friday night/saturday morning. Thought I'd share it with you guys.
Friday night I'm up late. I watch No Country For Old Men (good movie) then I watch John Carpenter's Prince Of Darkness (not so good of a movie) and go to bed at 2:30am.
I wake up to a histerical wife at 7am. Our house got broken into. The kids came up to our room and woke the wife up and told her we needed to close the window in the dining room because the cat was getting ready to jump out the window. ????. So she goes downstairs and finds out we've been burgled.
The guy took my neighbors ladder out of his garage and used it to climb through our dining room window on the second floor and take my wifes purse and an unopened box of Pop Tarts. Window still wide open, ladder still against my house. He didn't go anywhere else in the house, I don't think. If he had went downstairs to "my room" he would have seen about 1000 DVD's, HiDef TV, Stereo Components, A Kramer/EBMM/and Jackson sitting on stands, PS3, Computer. All the "good stuff".
So I call the police and go outside. I find my wifes purse strewn around behind my neighbors garage. We find the cell phone, the credit cards and ATM card, car keys (she had both sets in her purse), check book, pictures. Everthing but the $150 in cash she had in there.
So the police come and look around a bit. The Criminal Indentification guy comes and dusts for fingerprints. Finds nothing. Nothing on the ladders, nothing on my wifes purse or contents, nothing in the house.
I've known we've had a serial burglar in the area. I think this is about the 20th house he's broken into in my area in the last few months. Just 3 days before, he hit the guy who lives 3 houses down from me. The guy was awake when the dude broke in. That time the burglar got a laptop computer and a bunch of change in a change jar. But the guy got a good look at the dude. But he's disabled, he was shot in the head a while ago and can't move very well. So he couldn't catch him. But he saw him and can identify him if the police can catch him. So after that incident, I moved all my "good" guitars upstairs to my room right next to the bed. Don't want to take any chances with those.
It's just a strange feeling to know someone was in your house when you and your wife and kids were asleep upstairs. Very strange. I'm so glad all he wanted was money and not something more violent. So my wife has me sleeping on the main floor on the couch now with a baseball bat. I've tried to tell her that I don't think he'll hit the same house twice. That doesn't seem to be his MO. But she doesn't care and feels better if I sleep on the floor he broke into. So I do. But my back is killing me now and I'm tired as hell since I can't sleep on that couch. So forgive any mispellings.
Just wanted to share that with you guys. It sucks but it could have been worse. The guy that got his laptop ripped off also got his keys ripped off. The dude can't move his car now until he gets a locksmith to come out and make a new key. Thankfully, we found our keys and credit cards and all that stuff. He just wanted the cash and Pop Tarts.
Thankfully, he didn't go downstairs. I think I'd be more pissed if he got my guitars.
Friday night I'm up late. I watch No Country For Old Men (good movie) then I watch John Carpenter's Prince Of Darkness (not so good of a movie) and go to bed at 2:30am.
I wake up to a histerical wife at 7am. Our house got broken into. The kids came up to our room and woke the wife up and told her we needed to close the window in the dining room because the cat was getting ready to jump out the window. ????. So she goes downstairs and finds out we've been burgled.
The guy took my neighbors ladder out of his garage and used it to climb through our dining room window on the second floor and take my wifes purse and an unopened box of Pop Tarts. Window still wide open, ladder still against my house. He didn't go anywhere else in the house, I don't think. If he had went downstairs to "my room" he would have seen about 1000 DVD's, HiDef TV, Stereo Components, A Kramer/EBMM/and Jackson sitting on stands, PS3, Computer. All the "good stuff".
So I call the police and go outside. I find my wifes purse strewn around behind my neighbors garage. We find the cell phone, the credit cards and ATM card, car keys (she had both sets in her purse), check book, pictures. Everthing but the $150 in cash she had in there.
So the police come and look around a bit. The Criminal Indentification guy comes and dusts for fingerprints. Finds nothing. Nothing on the ladders, nothing on my wifes purse or contents, nothing in the house.
I've known we've had a serial burglar in the area. I think this is about the 20th house he's broken into in my area in the last few months. Just 3 days before, he hit the guy who lives 3 houses down from me. The guy was awake when the dude broke in. That time the burglar got a laptop computer and a bunch of change in a change jar. But the guy got a good look at the dude. But he's disabled, he was shot in the head a while ago and can't move very well. So he couldn't catch him. But he saw him and can identify him if the police can catch him. So after that incident, I moved all my "good" guitars upstairs to my room right next to the bed. Don't want to take any chances with those.
It's just a strange feeling to know someone was in your house when you and your wife and kids were asleep upstairs. Very strange. I'm so glad all he wanted was money and not something more violent. So my wife has me sleeping on the main floor on the couch now with a baseball bat. I've tried to tell her that I don't think he'll hit the same house twice. That doesn't seem to be his MO. But she doesn't care and feels better if I sleep on the floor he broke into. So I do. But my back is killing me now and I'm tired as hell since I can't sleep on that couch. So forgive any mispellings.
Just wanted to share that with you guys. It sucks but it could have been worse. The guy that got his laptop ripped off also got his keys ripped off. The dude can't move his car now until he gets a locksmith to come out and make a new key. Thankfully, we found our keys and credit cards and all that stuff. He just wanted the cash and Pop Tarts.
Thankfully, he didn't go downstairs. I think I'd be more pissed if he got my guitars.
My wife has her concealed carry, too, and is well versed on what to do if we are ever in a situation like that. Glad no one was hurt.
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