Insecurity on Mt. Otis
Parts of my new car are coated in fingerprint dust right now. We've been robbed in our own driveway, again. Last time it was Soul Mate's car. This time, it was mine. I need to make a trip to the car wash, because everything felt dirty when I touched it last night. It wasn't because of the fingerprint dust either.
I've always had a hard time sleeping when Soul Mate is on the road, but this latest violation has basically guaranteed that I won't sleep a wink when he's not here. Whoever did this was holding the key to my house in his hand at one point. I keep my garage door opener hidden out of sight, but he found it. It was out in plain sight when I got into my car yesterday. He had it in his hands, so at any point, he could have been in my house. Who's to say he won't try that next time?
In addition to My Little Sunshine's wireless headphones for his DVD player, Creepy Criminal stole the best present I've gotten my husband in a while. I'm sad that Soul Mate won't have them anymore, because they really improved his life on the road. I'm mad at the Creepy Criminal for taking them, but I'm also mad at my husband for leaving them in my car. That's always been a big difference between him and me. He always thinks nothing bad is going to happen; I always think everything bad could happen. We're constantly trying to find a happy medium.
What's crazy is we had friends over for a lot of the night. There was a period of time between 10pm and 2:30am when there weren't people all over our property. When the boys got back to my house at 2:30am, it was insane. I heard them coming a mile away. They were all over the neighborhood with their silliness. We were all up until about 4:30 or 5am. So it either happened between 5 and 7:30am or during the time I was home alone with my kiddo. Either way, I'm totally creeped out.
We're going to make some big changes on Mt. Otis for me to feel secure again. I want an alarm system and some security lights on that side of the house. I also want to be able to park my car in the garage. Any of you fine people who've been here for the party that bears my husband's name knows that that will take a lot of work to accomplish. Our garage houses a bar and a whole lotta crap we feel we need but can't fit anywhere in our house. You mean we're supposed to put cars in there? Who knew?
Right now, everything I touch in my car gives me the heebie-jeebies. I wonder if Creepy Criminal had his grubby hands on it. I think it must be dirty, because a scum bag like that certainly doesn't worry about spreading his disgusting germs while he's fondling my personal property. My husband thinks I'm making too big a deal out of this, and that whoever did this is just a petty thief. He's probably right, but you never know. Criminal profilers have said most rapists and murderers start out as petty thieves and escalate. I just don't want to make it easy for this fuckwad to escalate on me or my family.
Late add: In the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit something. The Creepy Criminal didn't exactly have to break into my car. I accidentally left it unlocked in the rush to get ready for our party. This is completely out of character for me, since I am an extremely paranoid person. I am officially taking responsibility for my part in this unfortunate incident for all the blogosphere to read.
I've always had a hard time sleeping when Soul Mate is on the road, but this latest violation has basically guaranteed that I won't sleep a wink when he's not here. Whoever did this was holding the key to my house in his hand at one point. I keep my garage door opener hidden out of sight, but he found it. It was out in plain sight when I got into my car yesterday. He had it in his hands, so at any point, he could have been in my house. Who's to say he won't try that next time?
In addition to My Little Sunshine's wireless headphones for his DVD player, Creepy Criminal stole the best present I've gotten my husband in a while. I'm sad that Soul Mate won't have them anymore, because they really improved his life on the road. I'm mad at the Creepy Criminal for taking them, but I'm also mad at my husband for leaving them in my car. That's always been a big difference between him and me. He always thinks nothing bad is going to happen; I always think everything bad could happen. We're constantly trying to find a happy medium.
What's crazy is we had friends over for a lot of the night. There was a period of time between 10pm and 2:30am when there weren't people all over our property. When the boys got back to my house at 2:30am, it was insane. I heard them coming a mile away. They were all over the neighborhood with their silliness. We were all up until about 4:30 or 5am. So it either happened between 5 and 7:30am or during the time I was home alone with my kiddo. Either way, I'm totally creeped out.
We're going to make some big changes on Mt. Otis for me to feel secure again. I want an alarm system and some security lights on that side of the house. I also want to be able to park my car in the garage. Any of you fine people who've been here for the party that bears my husband's name knows that that will take a lot of work to accomplish. Our garage houses a bar and a whole lotta crap we feel we need but can't fit anywhere in our house. You mean we're supposed to put cars in there? Who knew?
Right now, everything I touch in my car gives me the heebie-jeebies. I wonder if Creepy Criminal had his grubby hands on it. I think it must be dirty, because a scum bag like that certainly doesn't worry about spreading his disgusting germs while he's fondling my personal property. My husband thinks I'm making too big a deal out of this, and that whoever did this is just a petty thief. He's probably right, but you never know. Criminal profilers have said most rapists and murderers start out as petty thieves and escalate. I just don't want to make it easy for this fuckwad to escalate on me or my family.
Late add: In the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit something. The Creepy Criminal didn't exactly have to break into my car. I accidentally left it unlocked in the rush to get ready for our party. This is completely out of character for me, since I am an extremely paranoid person. I am officially taking responsibility for my part in this unfortunate incident for all the blogosphere to read.
Labels: Car break-in, Crime, State of Mind
7 Comments:
That seriously sucks. We've had it happen twice here at our house too, and twice when we were up in Mass.
I TOTALLY get your "feels dirty" vibe. Totally.
Meth. I'll bet you 100 bucks you got hit by someone looking for goods to fence for meth money. It's shitty. Meth is the devil's work and its addicts touch everything, everwhere with crime and evil.
It's a terrible violation getting jacked.
If you ever feel like looking at getting jacked with a sardonic sense of humor, I did a two part series called "CSI Madison" back December the last time my car was entered. You'll see why I could afford to be satirical about it, but you can't and shouldn't be funny about it.
I hope you get the garage cleared out soon.
best,
rp
That seriously sucks. It's happened to me before, too. I am in perpetual resentment of the fact I have to lock everything, everytime in order to have some peace of mind. I feel your angst!
Sorry to hear this.
The thief didn't need to take the door opener - the serial number off of it can be used to obtain a replacement, on the correct frequency.
I didn't write that to scare. You might consider changing that opener or the frequency.
I had a little pickup when I was in college in St. Louis (a LONG LONG time ago). Anyway, I worked for a tropical plant company and had accounts in downtown St. Louis. One morning, during the 45 minutes I was visiting a client near the down town area, my passenger side window was shattered and my purse, which I had left under the seat, was stolen. Since it was out of site, I figured someone had to watch me put it there before I got out, and that was creepy to think about. They only got about 10 bucks out of my wallet, but they had all my identification and the entire personal contents of my purse. It was totally creepy and I felt totally violated.
Hope you get some peace of mind again real soon!
I think if you rig up some motion sensor lights to hit the driveway, you'll have a good bit more peace of mind. Just make sure your bedroom isn't the one facing the driveway, or every stray dog or possum that triggers the sensor will have you up all night.
Assuming responsibility for leaving your car unlocked doesn't negate taking some steps toward better securing your property with motion light and in other ways. Each small measure you take, beginning with locking your vehicle, that causes a potential perp any inconvenience or any moment of alarm (lights going on) makes your property less likely to be violated.
rp
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