Burgled

In other news, this week has been interesting, in like, a bad way. Our house was broken into on Monday. It was scary, but everything is fine. They didn't even let the cats out. They only took a couple laptops, my sister's Ipod, and our digital camera, so it could have been way worse. I was the one who discovered the break in. Let me break it down for you.

These are the steps I went through to realize we had been burgled. Please note that the entire process probably took less than five minutes, but it seemed much longer than that.

1) Upon opening the front door, I realized that the house smelled like beer. "That's strange," I thought, "maybe Bobby spilled when he took out the recycling last night?"
2) Opening the sliding glass door onto the porch I noticed a piece of cement brick on the rug. "Huh," I thought, "now why would Bobby leave that there? That's weird."
3) Upon discovering the utility closet door was closed, and so the cats wouldn't have been able to get to their litter boxes. "Why would Bobby leave that door closed? What a jerk! What about the poor kitties?"
4) Going over to the door to get my bike, I realized the door is not locked. "Oh man, that guy's on a role today! Bobby was supposed to lock this and he didn't. Man."
5) Upon turning around and realizing there is glass everywhere and the cat door is shattered. "Ohhhhhhhh. Not Bobby. Ha. Burglar."

The whole time it was Bobby's fault. I just think that's funny. But anyway, the cops came with the crime scene guy. The most annoying part was cleaning up the broken glass. Bobby makes home brew beer, and he had some in the closet. Apparently when they were rifling through our stuff, the burglar knocked a big bottle of home brew down and it shattered all over everything. There were even pieces of glass in my shoes.

So. I'm about to go teach my last class before spring break. I'm trying to think how I can incorporate this whole burglary into my lecture. Because I think it might be funny. And it speaks to the importance of point of view; imagine this story from my point of view, then from Bobby's, Laura's, the cats, the hamster, the burglar....