I got back from running an errand Wednesday to find the side door of the house kicked in. We figure there was a 45 minute window of opportunity for someone to have done that. At about noon.
One laptop was taken, multiple hundreds in cash that my roommate was raising for the Canadian Cancer Society, and, inexplicably, a bottle of daiquiri mix. Losing the Cancer money stung the most. She had organized yard sales and collected most of that money in loonies and toonies.
We were pretty shaken. Knowing a stranger was in your home when you weren't there is eerie. We're fine now, but we're pretty on edge about noises and triple-checking if doors are locked.
The property management company came by later that day to fix the door. Well, the door expert was on vacation, so another minion came and barricaded our door in the same method I would employ if preparing for a zombie invasion.
I like it. It's a rustic arts-and-crafts pre-apocalyptic reckoning of a conventional door. It's all the rage in Brooklyn, too.
If anyone wants to help my roommate get that donation back up to its original status for her Relay for Life team, here's the link, and any donations over $20 are eligible for a tax receipt.