Break-In, the Day After

I talked with one set of my next door neighbors today - the cool ones who also know my parents, not the crazy one who's a meth addict and the most likely suspect, in my mind, for the break-in. They live on the opposite side of the house that the break-in happened, and hadn't really seen anything. However, they were really cool and helped me board up my broken window.

Today was also the day I planted the excessive amount of flowers I bought the other day. I mention this because, while getting ready for gardening, I went out the back door and noticed the blood on the outside doorknob. Yup, it seems that if you break into someone's house via a window, you just might cut yourself. I made a phone call to the police and a while later a CSI-type gal pulled up to take a sample. "Unfortunately," she said, "we don't run blood samples in burglaries unless there's already a suspect." So, whether or not the blood donation on my back door will prove useful remains to be seen.

At this point, it looks like the excitement is all over. Unless the police find a suspect somehow (which is unlikely), that's the end of it. My boarded up window will remain as-is for a while, and I'm rather okay with this as it's harder to break plywood than glass. Sometime in the next couple of days I'll venture out to the store to see what I can find by way of stereo (and CD) replacement.

Then, too, there is the small matter of cleaning a stranger's blood off my door. I can't help but hope that the burglar's cut gets infected and gangrenous. Ideally, some kind of amputation will prove necessary.