To Catch a Thief (or Two)

Since thursday, I and my aunt from Seattle have been staying at our relative's house as my rents are out of town at a family reunion. Last night, however, I and some friends stayed at my house. There has been a slight increase in crime in our neighborhood in the last few weeks and my mom felt it would be good if there was activity in our house at night to fend off any would-be burglars. Ironically, it was I and my friend Vanessa who were breaking and entering last night. Because of a somewhat complicated situation, we were dropped off at my house without my key and, knowing we would have to wait outside for at least twenty minutes, decided to attempt to get into my room through one of my windows. Amazingly, I had left one of them unclocked (even though I double checked them all on thursday), and I knew how the screen came out; so, with nothing but a wooden saw horse, a paint can opener, and a push light that we had on our back porch, I broke into my bedroom at ten-thirty at night. I had attempted this feat before unsuccessfully, so it was an achievement. With the amount of noise we were making ( I originally tried to incorporate one of my dad's big, clanky steel ladders to reach the window), I was surprised nobody called the police. That would have made quite a memorable night, indeed.