The Captain left for work this morning at 6:00 am. I'm dead asleep at around 8:30 when my doorbell rings three times in quick succession. I got up with only a nightie top on and underwear to see what the heck was going on. I made the dogs stay in the bedroom behind a baby gate because they make so much racket and act like idiots when anyone comes to our door. I looked out the peephole to see who it was with no intention of actually opening the door (because I was half-naked). I'm always on high alert if someone rings the doorbell in the morning hours because I know that's when most burglaries occur. They wait until everyone in the neighborhood is gone to work, and then they ring your doorbell to make sure no one is home before making their entry by kicking in the front or back door. I'm always ready for it. I'm very aware of it.
Through the peephole, I could see there was a "woman" standing on the porch with above-the-shoulder length blond, curly hair. The view is fuzzy through the peephole so I couldn't tell if she was white or Hispanic, but she was one of the two. As I was looking out the peephole, she moved her face up to it like she was trying to see inside. When I didn't answer, she picked up her purse and something else (which was weird, because who sets their purse down in the bushes when they knock on someone's door?). Then she walked towards the side of our house and I could see her walking around the side to the rear. I weirdly noticed that she appeared to be in really good shape -- tight and muscular. (I now think it was actually a man with a wig on!)
I went back to my bedroom and hurriedly got dressed because I fully expected that someone would be kicking my back door in at any second. As I was getting dressed, I thought I heard noises and movement on our back porch. I immediately reached for my handgun, but it was missing from its normal hiding place. DAMMIT! I made the dogs stay quiet and left them behind the baby gate in the bedroom. (I later found out that the Captain had moved the gun and forgot to tell me where he put it.)
I went into the living room and peeked out the blinds in our back door waiting to see someone enter our backyard. I didn't see anything abnormal. The gate was still closed (and I assumed locked because it is ALWAYS locked). I walked around peeking out windows around the house to see if I could see anything unusual. I saw nothing and decided I was just being paranoid and it was probably just a neighbor I didn't know that was locked out of her house or something.
I went back to the bedroom and turned off the fans I always have going so I could hear better if anything unusual was happening, and I laid back down in bed. I eventually fell back to sleep for an hour and a half. I woke up at 10:00 and let the dogs out. I did noticed they were hanging around the back gate and sniffing around more than usual, but when I opened the back door, they all came running in for their breakfast. I fed them, made myself some coffee, and then let them back outside again. This is our normal routine. I again noticed that Fletcher and Ollie were still hanging around the gate and sniffing around, so I walked out there with my coffee in hand and froze when I saw that the gate was unlocked. Somebody had unlocked it. No doubt about it. I re-locked it and turned around to walk back to the back door to go inside. I froze again.
Things were moved around on our back porch, some of the slate tiles in one of the tables were lying on the ground, and one of the tables was gone. BASTARDS!! They had come into our backyard, probably jumping the fence and then unlocking the gate, grabbing what they could, and then leaving out the back gate with it. I couldn't see that area just from looking out the back door. You had to actually go outside before you'd notice anything was amiss.
When the police officer came to take the theft report, he said they were most likely going to kick-in the back door and burglarize the house, but because we have a glass storm door that opens in and a solid door beyond that one, they would have had to start breaking glass to get in and it was just too much of a pain in the ass and would take too much time, so they took what they could from the porch. THIEVES! He also said to keep alert because they could come back later or tomorrow for the other table. (They had taken some of the tiles out of it, but they hadn't actually taken the base of the bigger matching table.)
I've been upset and nervous as a cat ever since. It's disconcerting to know that someone has been on your locked property and messed with and taken your stuff. You feel so violated. And angry! I'm really mad at myself, too, for not investigating more thoroughly when I knew something wasn't right. I'm mad at myself for not calling 911 immediately and getting an officer(s) en-route to the area. I didn't do that because I didn't want to feel silly if it really was just a neighbor or something. I didn't want to be "that person" that overreacts. Basically, I talked myself out of doing anything at all and went back to sleep! ARGHH!
Ah, well. Whatchagonnado? All in all, it wasn't that big of a deal to only have a table stolen from the back porch. At least they didn't actually kick the door in and make me shoot them all in the face. That would have really messed up my day and been a pain in the ass. LOL.