This morning at 7am, Dan shot out of bed and said "Isn't the contractor coming again this morning". I jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on my comfy pants as he looked out the back window for the truck. I heard him say from the back:
"Hey, someone broke our fence."
"Yeah, someone broke some pieces out of the fence."
"You mean someone broke into our yard?! Did we get robbed?"
I ran down the steps and fumbled with my keys to get the back door open. The grill was still there. Phew. The patio set, tomato plants, and bikes all were in their place.
The lawnmower was gone.
The storage closets were pried open, but since they were locked, they didn't get in.
About a week or two ago, my contractor told me someone walked into our yard and when they made eye contact, he ran away. That same day I headed to the hardware store and got locks for everything. Except the lawnmower. I just didn't think about it.
Thankfully, we mowed the lawn yesterday.
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