Beth, I feel for you. I used to live in a lovely little house in the "country". Actually it was just outside of town, in a relatively safe neighborhood, but it was very secluded - in other words, easy for someone to pull off a burglary without being seen. I was burglarized at least three times, even with an alarm. They never got a lot of stuff, but it's the idea that someone's invaded your home that really hurts.
The fear/pain/pissed-offednedss does diminish after a while. But it never goes away.
Raven, DAMN! I don't think I'd heard that story before. That's scary and creepy and very sucky.
Petty thieves are the scum of the earth. I have much more respect for serious criminals.
