Donna called me at work yesterday at 4:35, telling me that she'd just got home and that our home had been broken into. I rushed right home.
Someone took the kitchen door off its hinges with the tools readily available in my garage. They got into the garage by removing a screen from a narrow window and wriggling in.
We're still discovering what's missing, but so far, we estimate that it's about 50 DVD's, 40 CD's, $50 in cash, the digital camera and a few other small items. Plus, a large red nylon duffle bag, I suppose to carry the loot.
They didn't touch any of the larger electronics, for example, the TVs, VCRs, DVD players, computer, Donna's video editing equipment, etc.
Oh, they made sandwiches, and took the vodka we keep in the freezer.
I guess we should count ourselves lucky that they didn't trash the place, or vandalize anything; we've heard horror stories.
The police officer who investigated dusted for prints, found none, left an enormous mess all over the house. My advice to you: if you are the victim of a crime that isn't a murder, ask them not to dust for prints: it's a real aggrivation, as it doesn't clean up very easily.
I suppose, considering the items stolen, that the burgler was a kid skipping school. Perhaps the kid's parent will discover him with all this stuff and turn it into the police and we'll get it all back. I'm not holding my breath, though.
Little bastard.
Update: This is not and April Fool's Joke; it is, unfortunately, all too real. I keep finding more things missing. A preliminary pricing estimate (via. Amazon) is $1500.00 worth of stuff. I know, it's just stuff: but it was my stuff. Most of these things I got for birthdays or for Christmas.
Little bastard!