(demise of the cat burglar)
The first time I can remember was when I thought I was a preacher and was pastoring a church we had organized and built. The small parsonage was entered and someone had torn Sherry’s underwear and scattered the bed sheets thru the house. She was missing a $1 bill, the last thing her mother had touched before she died. We had sold donuts as a fund raiser and her mom had bought one or two dozen. She cherished that bill. She also was missing her High School ring which she had never worn.
Thankfully they left a few thousand dollars in bonds (We used to buy US Bonds for the Grandkids each year instead or buying presents) We held onto them until they graduated High School to give them out. I allowed them see them every year along with the new one added. They also left a small collection of silver and old coins.
(The lady on the right has the right idea, but KNOW how to use the fire-arm)
PS: Do you ever wonder……….
Assault is a behavior, not a device.