Well, a murdering scum of a rat bastard burglar, to be completely correct.
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I’m guessing there were no guns in the house. Me, I wouldn’t have set one foot toward a confrontation like that without a gun in my hand. I’d have called 911 and evacuated the premises if I wasn’t armed.
We’re only two neighborhoods over. I had the 870 in its case in contemplation of range time this weekend. It’s now back out of the bag, loaded, and in an accessible place just in case sumdood happens to try to strike again and chooses us this time.
And I can only add that this is exactly why I refuse to have sliding patio doors in my home. I don’t care what you do to secure them, short of making them completely immobile (which of course defeats the purpose), they’re a home invasion waiting to happen. I’ll never forget the time I locked myself out on my apartment balcony — the dowel I was using for security fell down into the track when I shut the door — and was able to get back in by the simple expedient of using a handy grill fork to lift the door out of the track.* Don’t tell me burglars don’t know all those little tricks.
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* And a good thing, too…that was before I had a cell phone to call someone for assistance.