After we noticed the hole in the fence, I called the police to report it. They sent someone over about 20 minutes later.
A brawny cop came over and assessed the damage in the fence and asked a bunch of questions. I mentioned how someone came into the yard two weeks ago and ran away when the contractor saw him. When I called the police about the stranger that day, they told me they couldn't do anything about it and discouraged me from making a report.
We talked about the lawnmower, what it looked like and how much it was worth. He filled out a card with our report number and left. He was as nice as could be and perfectly pleasant and respectful. I didn't feel like he thought we were wasting his time or over-reacting. After he left, I looked down on the card and on it was written " THeFt two/ DEstruCTion of PRoperTy". Crap.
Since we need to fix the fence fast we both took the day off and got to work. We rented a corded drill and got down to business. Three trips to Home Depot and about 10 hours later we were finished.
As we worked we joked every siren heard was headed to get our "perp". I doubt our mower will ever be recovered, and it doesn't really matter. I actually feel bad for someone who would have to break a fence and steal something. Dan said, "They'll probably die of Gonorrhea", though I don't think that's possible and I have no idea who it relates to theft, it was pretty funny.
It's not the theft that bothers me, but rather the idea of someone sneaking around as we slept. Did they come onto the deck and peer into the windows? Did they try to open the iron gate covering our back door? Have then been waiting to do this? It's really disturbing.
As I went to bed, I heard Dan locking up the downstairs. I heard the crack from the iron gate shutting, the thwap of the screen door and the snap of the glass door close. Crack, thwap, snap. Then, I heard him double-check all the dead-bolts and locks.
Safe and sound.
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