Somebody broke into our house Friday, in the middle of the freakin' afternoon. I was at work, and Mike just packed the car to come get me so we could go to Wichita for the weekend. About 10 minutes from the house, he had this gut feeling he left the under cabinet lights on, so out of fear of burning the house down, he turned around to make sure they were off. When he got back to the house 20 minutes after he left, he found our door kicked in and the window panes broken.
There wasn't much damage in the house, only the door and a broken lamp. They stole our ipods and our earbuds (which are really expensive noise canceling ones), $60 and my work laptop. They rummaged through our bedroom, our nightstand and closets.
Considering all the things that could have happened, it's a minimal loss and everything is OK. Still, it feels gross to know some stranger was in my bedroom, touching my personal belongings. And I'm pissed off to think someone was able to take advantage of us - it kind of feels like someone undermined our intelligence for not taking better measures to secure the house.
Here is the only good thing - he/she cut themselves on the glass and left blood in a couple places, and they brought a lab van out to take a DNA swab.
So Asshole, if you're reading this, I hope your cut gets infected with Tetanus, and I hope you live in fear that we have your DNA and we will catch you.
P.S. I would appreciate it if you brought our stuff back. And Mike is really pissed off at you.
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