Last night my wife and I are deep asleep with our little watch dog by our side. At 2:00 AM - exactly according to the digital clock - we're all startled awake by a sudden crash, bump, bump, bump. The wife and I spring up and the dog starts to listen intently. The sound was really loud and sort of like breaking glass.

I grab my Beretta 92FS and move it from condition III to I, pick up a fullsize Maglight and tell the dog to "check". She sits and doesn't move - nor does she alert. I press the button to my X10 lighting system remote control and the interior and exterior lights light up - still not a sound, the dog doesn't move. I shut the lights back off and start clearing the house checking each window and door.

The wife is in the bedroom with the cell phone in her hand. The dog hasn't moved from the bedside and is still listening and sniffing the air. I slowly and carfully clear the house and don't see a thing out of place. I check outside each window and inspect the front of the doors to look for attack marks - none. I'm freaked because something went crash-bump-bump-bump rather loudly and yet there is nothing out of place. I re-sweep the house and come back to the bedroom.

My wife then goes to the use the bathroom and finds that the shower radio has broken its plastic mounts and fallen into the tub (crash) where it bounced a few times (bump-bump-bump) while breaking.

I'm going to take the thing shooting next time and only one of us is coming back alive.

I learned that you fight the way you train.

I grabbed the pistol first, the family second, and then set up a defense before lighting the house.

It took a couple of minutes to carefully clear the house room-by-room in the order I figured prior to the event. Having the ability to light the house prior to leaving the bedroom gave who ever might be in the house notice that someone was home and that it was now time to leave. It also destroys their night vision as the lights come up everywhere but the master bedroom.

If I (or the dog) heard anything I would have locked the bedroom door, had the wife dialed 911, then I would have loudly announced that I have a gun, I've called 911, and get the heck out of my house. Then wait until the good guys arrived and told me to drop the defense.

Afterwards the wife re-afirmed that she's more than happy that there are guns in the house and that we know how to use them. It took me more than an hour to wind down and fall asleep. I couldn't figure out why the radio fell at exactly 2:00 AM and not 4:00 in the afternoon.

[:D] So .... how long after you turned on the light did you find that you were scratching in vain ??????  [:D]

I was in my garage late one night working on something when I heard a scratching noise on the garage door.  I must have been cleaning something since the gun safe was opened, so I grabbed a 1911 and a loaded mag, chambered a round and slowly went out the front door to see what it was.

When I got to the front of the garage, the small cat that was scratching on the door decided he didn't want to mess with a .45 and took off across the street.

What a pussy.  [:D]

Things go bump in the night all the time here...

Ambulance passes by on its way to HCMC every 30 minutes or so right outside my apartment.  Nearly 2 times per week I am awaken by a loud crash which sounds as if something will plow through the wall.  These bangs and crashes are the results of fights between the obese neighbor lady and her many "men".  Then she gets pissy when she brings home a new man, only to discover he just came with her to her apartment to rob her rather than [i]tap[/i] her huge brown bum...  [puke]  Then she winds up shouting, and fighting these creeps off.

Sometimes I am even awaken on nights when she actually does get a bit of [sex].  Which REALLY makes me want to [puke]...  She turns up the TV loud, then moans and wails like some monster from Scoobie Doo!  Sometimes I just wish I could go over there & just [kill] everyone in the apartment, but that would cause johnny law to take my guns [:D].  Besides, I'm not crazy or dangerous...  I just get sick of hearing "Oh! OH! OH! CLEATUS! OH! Auuuughhhhhh!" roaring over the sound of late-night TV blaring loud at 1:30 AM.

I don't like coming home from my the library at 7:15 PM to see fellow tenants getting robbed at knife point and having to mace the crap out of the assailant...  A gun would have been better, but I don't have a CCW permit.  Getting mugged by bums with pocket knives when you take out the garbage behind the building at 9:45 PM kind of sucks too.

I will F*CKING LOVE the day my lease here runs out...  I'm moving FAR from downtown & the crack stacks neighborhood (IE Cedar/Riverside/Seven Corners).  I'll take F*cking metro transit to class if necessary!

The weekend before Christmas a guy pushed my door open (after I opened it to give him spare change) just so he could "case the joint" for possible theft in the future.

Guess what I learned from moving to the "Big City" from small-town America:  [thinking] People SUCK!  (Except a those of you here, and my family & friends...)

-inuhbadnayburhood

Oddly enough my dog does know "Squirrel" too and the deadly and "Catsss". Squirrel sends her into a frenzy and she starts launching around the yards looking at trees. Cats gets her into the bushes.

"Check" is her word to listen and alert me - the radio had stopped moving so she just sat there listening.

Me and the radio are going shooting and only one of us is coming back.

I was robbed on the street one day and the guy comes up to me and said "Your money or your wife" I said "O.K. O.K. take the wife" he responded "No..I said your money or your life" "Oh" I said, and gave him my wallet

This is a story I tell my friends just to piss the wife off, it never happened [:D]

Not the electronic kind, the organic kind!

I just bought a house back in October. The area I bought in has a reputation as a rough area (though my immediate surroundings seem pretty peaceful). I probably wasn't here 2 weeks when I was awakened about 3:30 AM one morning by a loud crash. I resisted the urge to piss myself and immediately looked out the bedroom window to see if someone was kicking in my garage door. I didn't see anything there so I grabbed the .38 (the only gun I had there at the time) and a flashlight and started checking the house. Everything checked secure so I decided to head back to bed. For some reason I looked in my closet and found that the damn clothes bar had fallen. Even knowing where the noise had come from, it took me a while to fall back asleep. Since that night I have installed an alarm system and have moved my gun safe in. I sleep better now.