The Intruder Incident.
It’s 6:00 at night and it’s dark out and I am a bit on edge.
Up until a few days ago I’ve always felt fairly safe in our neighborhood. I know all of our neighbors, nothing scary ever really happens…a lot of older people live around here so the most excitement we get are ambulances when someone has a medical problem.
Tyler leaves for work at 3:45 every afternoon. It gets fully dark around 5:45-6 in the evening these days.
The other night he left for work and I was laying in bed with a sleeping Ada. Rosie was in bed with me watching some cartoons. The dogs were all in our bedroom as well and they were gated off from the rest of the house with a baby gate. (They love to sneak away and get into things when they know I’m not looking!)
That night Tyler had taken my car to work because his had snow and ice piled up on it and he was running late, so our driveway was empty. The blinds in the living room were open halfway because it had gotten dark while I was in bed with Ada and I hadn’t had a chance to close them yet. Tyler never locks the doors, so the wooden front door was closed but unlocked.
Rosie and I were laughing at Scooby Doo when suddenly we heard our glass storm door fly open. Abby, my black lab mix dog, immediately jumped up and rammed down the baby gate with her head, and zoomed into the living room growling and barking angrily. We heard the glass storm door slam shut and rapid foot steps crunching on the icy snow.
I got up and ran out in the living room to see what had happened with Rosie chasing after me. Abby was freaking out, growling and pacing with all of her fur standing up. (My coonhound never even woke up, he was still snoring on the bed!) The big wooden door was wide open, but nothing else was disturbed.
Rosie kept saying, “Mom did Daddy’s snowman come to life and come in our house to say hello? Or do you think that was maybe a real elf? OR WAS IT SANTA?”
Ah…no. I think an intruder came in our house. Someone saw our electronics through the open blinds and no car in the driveway and they came in.
Someone came in my house with ill intent while my babies were in the other room.
After I got done panicking I locked every single door and window and shut all of the blinds in the house. Then I called the non-emergency police to report suspicious activity and they had an officer call me to set up extra patrol on our street, which was a little reassuring.
I also called my husband who wasn’t at all alarmed. Figures, right? He suggested I get out the gun. I asked him if he really thought I would have the confidence to use a gun against someone inside of my house with my children sitting there and you know what he said? To hold it with confidence, then throw it at their face as hard as I could and run. What a great plan Tyler. I guess smashing someone in the fast with a heavy handgun would probably distract them, but…I don’t know. I have a huge fear of a gun then being used against us once it’s out of my hands.
Thank God I have my Abby dog for protection. She doesn’t like strangers, especially anyone who might get between her and us. She’s loyal and somewhat mentally unstable when it comes to things she perceives as threats to her family or herself. This is somewhat unfortunate because it includes my grandma and all of the neighbors and other dogs, but good for situations like scary unwanted intruders!
So now I am paranoid. What if they come back? How bad do they want our big flat screen TV, or our iMac, or my camera and open bag of lenses they saw sitting in my living room floor?
Or do they want something worse? Like kidnapping or rapes or…?
I feel like a sitting duck. The only thing keeping me from constantly panicking is Abby–I know she’ll bark and give me a heads up if someone tries to come in again. There’s no sneaking past her. I don’t have to listen for every little sound since she’s always at my feet listening for me.
But my brain likes to think of what-if’s. There are so many terrible possibilities. Someone came in my house uninvited. They ran, but they could easily come back.