Last night, Barb took the dog over to a friend's house for a visit. She got back around midnight, to find the house had been broken into.
So far all that seems to be missing is a bunch of DVDs and jewelry. I will find out more after I get up there tomorrow night.
There may be more missing, but the big stuff was left alone.
What bugs me is that they hit the house at *just* the right time, when both Barb and the dog were out. That could mean that they were *watching* the house.
Paranoia. It's not just for breakfast anymore.
So far all that seems to be missing is a bunch of DVDs and jewelry. I will find out more after I get up there tomorrow night.
There may be more missing, but the big stuff was left alone.
What bugs me is that they hit the house at *just* the right time, when both Barb and the dog were out. That could mean that they were *watching* the house.
Paranoia. It's not just for breakfast anymore.
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I'm glad she's ok.
I had a break-in my second year in Minneapolis. The CDs were gone, and a pile of comics that were out. When the Cop came he said, "and they stole a pillowcase, right?" I was about to tell him "no" when I looked and saw that my pillowcases were gone. They used them to carry the CDs. Dinkytown.
I hope the jewelry was insured, and that the DVDs were replaceable.
There are times I'm real glad there's two doors between me and the outside world.
Break-ins suck. The only one I weathered was when I lived in the rural area north of St. Cloud. A bunch of kids broke in and stole two *very* nice swords, a pile of CDs, and the brand new Minolta SLR that I paid for, in hard-earned cash, three days before. Fuckers broke out a ground-level window, too, and we spent weeks chasing the frogs out of the house. I had fantasies about going after the bastards with a shotgun filled with rock salt, broken glass, and vinegar powder.
The one taste of vengeance I had was when I discovered that the stack of CDs they grabbed were empty jewel cases. I still had the CDs themselves, in a CD folder in my car. HA!