No shit!
As if I wasn't already having a bad enough night at work last night, about 2200, Mrs gorilla calls and tells me, "Matt(neighbor) just caught someone at one of the windows trying to open it."
I live in a seperate county than the agency I work for, so I quickly tell her I'm on the way and transfer her to the appropriate place and haul ass out the door.
It's a bit of a drive home, about 20 miles, so the deputies are already there by the time I get home. In fact, since it's a Sunday night, and pretty damn slow, we have exactly three-quarters of the law enforcement for the county in my front yard. Turns out, instead of seeing the person and doing something like catching the little shit, my drunkass neighbor hollers at him, which causes him to take off like he was shot from a cannon. A couple of the deputies were walking down our dirt road lokoing for prints, with another at the house scratching out a report and letting the neighbor write out a statement.
They were really good about it, though there was little they could do. Too much dew to get any prints off anything, where there was a print, it was smudged as hell. Most of the road is hard packed and bad for tracks, but we did find a few in the softer sand at the end of the road, but indistinguishable as far as tread or wear patterns on the shoe. Tracks went to the end of the road, went two roads over, then cut back north. Probably cut through a few yards. Easily a size 6 or 7 shoe, so I'm put damn good money on it being a twelve or thirteen year old
delenquent little fucker.
The bitch of it all is, neighbor says the size and height was consistent with the kid he caught snooping through his tools in his garage a few months ago, when he felt the cops weren't necessary, and he just yelled at the kid to get out and go home.
Mrs gorilla was at home, but on the other side of the house and watching TV and didn't hear a thing, but he hadn't made much progress with the locked window and couldn't have made a lot of noise. I don't know if he knew she was home, but that really bothers me that maybe he did and still tried to get into the house.
Anyway, the claymores are being set, the moat filled with gators, and the perimeter enforcement hound is being starved to the point of being ravenous. Perimeter checks of the property in effect randomly now in the dark hours when I'm at home. I'm just letting off some steam now because I'm pissed, but just remember to WATCH YOUR SHIT!
Edit: Cops got a good show with neighbor, who wound up being so plastered that he couldn't even walk, and fell down in the middle of the street while looking at one of the deputies tracks and claiming it could be one the the perps.