The burglary that wasn't This morning after I got past Trilby and left the house (he’s taken to sitting in front of the door when he sees I’m about to leave, in an effort to block my departure, to which my response is, “Dude. You weigh ten pounds,”) I noticed something awry.
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The alley between my house and the next one has a metal door. The latch for it doesn’t work well, so I keep it shut with a block of wood. And I noticed the wood had been moved. Which meant someone had opened the door and probably then gone around to the back of my house. I went back through the alley and looked around. The door to an old armoire in the lean-to was hanging open — it had been shut just the day before.
I don’t keep anything of much value in the back yard. There are a bunch of flower pots and some gardening supplies in the armoire and gardening tools in the little garden shed. I’d left a few hand tools (a hammer, chisel and stapler) sitting on an old, to-be-refinished vanity table in the lean to, but they were still sitting there. Nothing at all seemed to be missing. Which is good. But, especially given my former
two robberies, it made me really angry to think of someone just strolling back there to look around and see if there was anything he wanted to help himself to. How many more times must this kind of thing happen to me?
I'm going to have to put a motion sensor light in the backyard, and possibly a lock on the alley door. The lock could be problematic though — being outside it might freeze, and also be a safety hazard if my future basement apartment tenant needs to exit quickly in an emergency situation. And I had wanted to get rid of the alley door entirely for now. It's rather ugly and the plan was to take it down and replace some years later on with a wrought-iron job. I'll just have to think about it and do my research.