Burgled

The Sunday after Christmas I was awakened by dogs barking at 5:00 am-ish and proceeded downstairs, where I was met by both dogs and husband coming up. Unusual. Husband is never up that early. Husband: We just had a guy in here, he was drunk, coming up the stairs, asked if Jessica was here, I told him no, he left.

And back to bed I went. But then more barking, and as I come down for the second time, I see flashlight movement on our porch. Turned out to be the police, who knocked on the door.

Turns out our intruder was going house to house kicking doors in. The one he visited after ours contained a man with a gun sleeping on a couch, who called 911 and successfully hooked up the intruder with the police.

Unnoticed by us, the guy had grabbed our daughter's purse on the way out, which was apprehended, in its entirety. Not only was our front door unlocked, but the purse was just inside on the arm of a couch. :-/ 

During the police investigation, which was, as you might imagine, a much longer intrusion than the first, our large and very sharp chef's knife was found atop our DVD player, just next to the stairs. Naturally, it was not there when we went to bed.

Long story short, when all was said and done my only reaction was complete and utter thanksgiving that things had not gone worse.Oh,  and we're making sure to lock up and keep purses out of sight.

I think that's called dodging a bullet.