The townhouse across the street from us was burgled on Monday (is "burgled" really a word?). Someone broke in while the owners were at work and stole passports, checks, jewelry, and what-have-you. The owners didn't discover it until late in the evening, after having been home for a while, when they noticed a pillow was out of place.
Needless to say, I am kind of freaked out. Anyone who reads this blog knows what a scaredy-cat I can be, and this was almost the last straw in my relationship with Tucson. What is wrong with this city? Can't we all just live in our houses without fear of being robbed?? I know there are other dangerous cities around, but really, for a town of its size Tucson has waaaay too much crime.
It's something he's been thinking about for a while, but this incident put him over the edge. Jeremy went to our local Play-it-Again Sports store to pick up a couple of baseball bats. Purpose: self-defense against potential intruders. As he was browsing, an employee asked if he could help him find something.
"I'm looking for a baseball bat," Jeremy said.
"Any particular kind?"
"Umm, just the normal kind."
"Actually, I just want to keep it in my house as a weapon of sorts."
"Oh, in that case, you'll want a short bat to allow for maximum maneuverability inside your home."
I find it slightly unnerving that the employee was apparently familiar with our kind of situation, and had a ready, helpful reply.
And so now I have to talk myself back into the mindset of going about my daily activities as if someone could be watching our home at any given moment, just waiting for a chance to break in. The very day of the burglary, while I was running, I was thinking about just giving up on the vigilance already because no one is really out to get us.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.