Walking into the house this morning started off the day on the wrong foot, and ended it with me wanting someone's head on a spike.
We'd been 'crackified' -- a term coined, as far as I know, by our neighbors. What this means is that our home was broken into and used as a crack house for the night.
The first thing I noticed on setting foot in our dining room was the lit candle on the floor. The WOOD floor. Next to all of the paint cans.
At this point in the story I am reminded that things could have been worse. They could have burned the house back to brick and undone nine months worth of work. As it stands, we blew out the candle and proceeded into the kitchen, and then into the living room, where our back door was wide open and we found glass all over the floor from where the villains broke a window to climb in.
So they didn't burn down the house, but they did steal our tools. Out in the back yard I found a bundle of 12-2 wire that they apparently dropped on their way out. They were also thinking of stealing our ladder, but must've found it too burdensome, because they left it in the middle of the living room.
They also stole our stereo & speakers... and my CD collection. That's what really chews on me. They'll turn around and try to sell all of those CDs for a quarter a piece.
I'll tell you what, you miserable bastages, you come back to my house tonight with my tools, my stereo and my CDs and I promise to not hunt you down like a diseased animal.
I'll made it quick. You see, I have this spike....
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Ugh...I can't imagine how pissed off I would be in that situation. And maybe a little scared. I hate the idea of strangers in my space...
I'm glad it wasn't worse tho.
Yuck. At least they didn't burn the house down, but your tools, CDs, and invading your space. Yuck.
Oh, that's awful!! I'm so sorry. I would be furious and a little freaked out. I'm glad your house is (mostly) okay, though, despite the candle. Yikes. -Julia
Yanno what I hate most?
The paranoia.
We can get more tools fast and easily. (we did).
We can replace CD's easily.
The place is insured, too.
But I hate looking at all my neighbors with varying degrees of suspicion. You don't realize how much of our day to day existence is based upon trust.
M
AND every time I can't find the hammer, or the screw gun... or ANYTHING, my first thought is... "was it stolen?"
It's awful.
I feel for you. It's a real violation of not only your space, but also of your security and well-being.
Hopefully, they won't be back.
WOW! What terrible news! I cannot imagine how frusterating that would be. Thank goodness that candle didn't cause any damage...
Maybe a vicious, man-eating junkyard dog would do the trick...
Mark, this sucks to hear. Crime happens everywhere. So, just keep your heads up and I'll keep a b/u spike for you in case you need it. :(
Oh jeez.
Kevin & I haven't had to deal with that directly. That bites.
I am sure that at this most stressful time of your rehab you probably didn't need this. Sorry it had to happen to you guys.
We don't want to seem like wimps here. The real damage was minimal. Probably the worst being this winter when DW looks for a CD and can't find it.
The main damage was psychological and that's largely passed now. Thanks for all the concern, though.
:)
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