The Break-in

We got home from work last night and I went straight into the bedroom to change out of my work clothes. Things from the closet were out on the bed and strewn about the room - the camera bag and the case that our hair clippers are in (it's shiny and looks expensive I guess) and my jewelry were lying around. The dresser drawers were all opened and had obviously been rifled through.

We went back into our front room area and noticed that the wood slat holding down the screen near the back door had been pried out of place (not that it was hard since the wood was rotted and the nails rusted, they apparently used some bbq tongs to pry it up), the screens lifted up, the glass louvers carefully removed and stacked, and then they just crawled right in.

They took all kinds of stuff. Some kind of random and other stuff that was clearly valuable. Our laptop, iPod (which I racked up all kinds of Westlaw points to earn - arg! and it was the big one), iPod speaker, 2 cell phones, a bunch of jewelry, a cooler backpack, Simon's allowance out of his wallet, some of Simon's tee-shirts with cartoon characters like Batman and Spiderman on them, bathroom stuff (hair gel, hairspray, my face cleaning stuff), and medicine (children's Tylenol, NyQuil, etc). The interesting thing is that they didn't take the Wii or our camera, although it looked like they may have accidentally left the camera behind. And the jewelry they took wasn't the expensive stuff, but some cheaper things that I just really liked.

Simon was pretty sad about his shirts (not that he needed as many as we brought since he wears uniforms to school most days) and allowance money. But he and Everett were glad that their toys were all still there, as far as we could see.

It's really frustrating, not so much the monetary value (although partly since we can't afford to replace things), but that it was so easy for them to get in. And then that we sold nearly everything we owned to come here and someone took the few comforts of home that we had decided to bring with us. There is so much that's irreplaceable on our computer, like all our photos. And the iPod was our only way of listening to good music - the radio stations here play the same 10 songs over and over. The funny thing is, I'm almost just as upset over my Clinique face stuff that they took because it's just as impossible for us to replace.