I had managed to leave my house keys on the floor next to my bed when I left for work, so I called my mother and arranged for her to pick me up from the train station. The Great Pumpkin was looking out for me; if she hadn't given me a ride, I would have come home alone, less than twenty minutes after I did.
When we reached the house, we saw a razor scooter parked next to the trash cans. "Huh," I said. "I wonder what that's doing there?" But we dismissed it as having been left by one of the neighborhood kids, and kept going.
There was a large Aaron Brothers bag, and a backpack, in the front yard. "That's weird," I said. But we decided it probably belonged to my little sister, who will sometimes put things in odd places while she does other stuff, and we kept going.
Inside, the cats were in a state of high dudgeon—even moreso than normal for a weekday afternoon—and appeared to have expressed their unhappiness by knocking a bunch of stuff over. Mom scolded them amiably while I started for the fridge to get a soda, and saw that Alex's bedroom door was open. His room is one of the only places in the house the cats aren't allowed. I thought "wow, lots of mischief," and went to close it...
...only to find that his bedside table had been cleared onto the bed. And the door to the laundry room was open. And the door connecting the laundry room to the back was open. And the DVD player was gone.
Cue freaking right the fuck out.
Mom searched the house while I got the stuff out of the front yard. The bags proved to contain everything that was missing: the DVD player, Alex's computer (mine was untouched), a bunch of small electronics, a few DVDs. (Ironically, our thief only took Firefly-related material. So we're looking for an asshole Browncoat. Nice!) The Aaron Brothers bag was mine, which explains why my pictures were scattered all over the floor.
After a heart-stopping moment of not being able to find Lilly, we got ourselves calmed mostly down, and Mom went to the hardware store to get new locks while I called the police. An officer came out and took my statement; we walked the perimeter, and found that the hide-a-key (which I didn't know existed until I called Alex) was missing. So that's probably how they got inside.
We think we came home and surprised the thief in the process of going back in for another load. That's why we found all their stuff (and the scooter). Had I come home alone, they would probably have still been there. And I would have walked in on them, without a car to warn that I was coming.
Alex got home and confirmed that all his stuff was there. Mom changed the locks. Victor and Lara came and took me for dinner. The cats got fussed over. And I took a machete to bed.
So...
1. Nothing is missing.
2. In fact, net gain: I have the thief's scooter.
3. We think it was a teenage boy, based on the scooter, the things grabbed, and the fact that none of my girly things were touched.
4. Alex is working from home today, so the house is not empty.
5. The cats are fine.
6. I will be sleeping with a machete for the foreseeable future.
It's an ignite the biosphere kind of day.
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August 5 2011, 22:59:51 UTC 5 years ago
Got all of your stories backed up?
I don't suppose the police took prints off of the scooter or the stuff outside, huh?
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August 5 2011, 23:09:26 UTC 5 years ago
Um. You have all my sympathy as I know something of what you're experiencing. I used to live in Vallejo, we were broken into twice, and once I *did* come home and the MAN WAS IN MY HOUSE and I still don't know how I got him the fuck out of my apartment except I remember using Teacher Voice, and he DID leave, before I went up and asked the neighbor upstairs if he would call the cops for me while I had a panic attack.
so yeah, FUUUUCK covers it.
I am so glad you have a machete, no shit.
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August 6 2011, 00:14:56 UTC 5 years ago
That seems a healthy attitude.
In circumstances such as this it is the sense of violation that is the negative consequence, often more so than the loss of material goods (which you fortunately seem to have avoided).
If you can come out of this feeling that you won, you're doing well.
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August 6 2011, 00:31:35 UTC 5 years ago
Hugs
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August 6 2011, 00:43:16 UTC 5 years ago
On a lighter note:
Current music: Hepburn, "I Quit."
I have been listening to my Buffy soundtrack all week. I love that song.
Also, if things are going by previous years, the BPAL Halloween update should be sometime next weekend.
August 7 2011, 17:00:03 UTC 5 years ago
...oh my gods it's almost Halloween.
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August 6 2011, 01:02:47 UTC 5 years ago
Police came, did the fingerprinty-and-photography thing, but were upfront on the lack of chances of finding the thief, unless we wanted to "stake-out" the local cash-converter / 2nd hand shops on the off-chance.
It's made us obsessive over checking the back-door locks before going out now.
Very happy that you and the cats are alright thoug - ultimately things are replaceable, people & pets aren't!
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August 6 2011, 01:07:32 UTC 5 years ago
Beyond that? I entirely sympathize with your desire to ignite the biosphere, and if I had anything to contribute to the cause, I would.
August 6 2011, 01:18:32 UTC 5 years ago
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August 6 2011, 01:18:21 UTC 5 years ago
And the machete sounds like a perfectly reasonable idea. I've got a nice Louisville Slugger next to my bed. I've told the BF if he ever comes over late at night to be sure to make some noise coming in and identify himself immediately or he is going to end up with a caved in skull or busted up knee caps.
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August 6 2011, 02:00:49 UTC 5 years ago
I hope you feel safe and secure again soon.
August 7 2011, 17:03:12 UTC 5 years ago
August 6 2011, 05:00:45 UTC 5 years ago
Yeah. This is what it's like. I'm glad your stuff didn't make it past the yard, and thank god the animals are okay.
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August 6 2011, 06:34:55 UTC 5 years ago
I just wanted to offer again my company if you need it. I can occupy myself with cats or books, and I'm just a mile or so away. Sometimes just having another person there, even if you're not interacting with them, can bring a lot of peace of mind.
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August 6 2011, 07:02:45 UTC 5 years ago
I pity the next robber that comes to visit with a machette-wielding Seanan around :)
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Hug.
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August 6 2011, 13:02:34 UTC 5 years ago
So, so glad all are safe & well & nothing precious is gone.
I've never had my house broken into, but my car has been several times over the years. Only major thing ever lost was my late husband Pat's good suit (I *told* him to put it in the trunk...). But the sense of violation from that was bad enough.
May home quickly start feeling like home again. And may karma bite the little so-&-so hard.
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