This afternoon, I was by myself at the house. My son borrowed my car and the wife was out so the driveway was empty.
About 2:00pm I hear a crash. I run out to the shed to find the latch pried off and the doors standing open.
I look inside and see my bolt bin had been knocked over and thousands of nuts, bolt washer, etc. lying all over the floor.
I came out and find some kid (younger than me), hiding in the brush by the garage. I can see where he'd busted the garage door knob and had pried on the door, but didn't get past the dead bolt.
I just saw red and snapped.
I snatched him up and long story short, I honestly got a little carried away.
He isn't dead, but he's going to feel pretty bad for awhile.
I cut him loose, and didn't call the cops.
He beat feet and I didn't stop him. I spent the rest of the day waiting for the cops to come because he called.
I've been amped up every since. I haven't been like this since 2003 in Iraq. I'm pissed off at myself because I generally don't snap like that.
I haven't repaired the door or attempted to clean up the bolt bin (that's going to take forever to sort out!) in case the cops do come. I doubt they will, this ****** head isn't likely to bring attention to himself, but I don't know what others around him might do.
A few weeks ago, I found my ladder propped against the house under a window. That window has a "Charlie Bar" on it, so it won't open easy. I don't know if this is the same guy or not.
Just watch your stuff, they're out there.
