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Ugh. This past month there's been a series of vandalism. First it was busting 12 of the little windows in the garage doors three weeks ago. Then two weeks ago they threw large concrete-rocks through two windows in the front of the house. Now last night, a mere 3 1/2 hours ago at 4am, WITH THE #^@* LIGHTS ON IN THE ROOM, they bust two more windows out.
The first rock wasn't thrown hard enough and bounced off the glass, but it still shattered the window. The second was thrown harder and landed right in the green recliner I used to sit in all the time until I realized it was rocking too close to wires. This time I was sitting in Mammal's old recliner. If that first rock hadn't bounced it probably would have hit me. My poor cat was under my bed for an hour because she had been in the chair the other rock landed on.
We'd just had glass-break alarms put in not even a week ago, so at least we know the things work. I think the security alarm sounding scared me as much as the actual vandalism did, because the siren box was over my head and only about four feet away.
So now I'm freezing and waiting for the replacement windows that came in yesterday for the other windows to be put in these instead today. The cat got caught trying to investigate the busted window twice so now she's in the bathroom. I'm jumpy as hell to every little noise even though I know no one is going to come back. They did their job, now I get to live with it.
My aunt called her mom and now Gammal is 100% wanting to sell this house off. I pointed out to my aunt that even if we moved to her house she's got rented out, if they know where her house is there's nothing to stop them from doing it there too. I'd have to effing transfer work to Cincinnati if I moved there again and there's no telling how many hours I'd get; while here I've got a good almost 40 hours a week.
I don't want to move. I want a gun and the permission to shoot whoever I see running off the next time this happens. I'm still jumpy, tired but awake from adrenaline, and getting royally pissed off. I have today off work thankfully, and it'll probably be put to use cleaning up more glass and watching new windows get put in.
And on top of it all I still have a day to wait for going over my Photobucket bandwidth.
edit: Just found out they also broke more windows in the garage. Thankfully they'd not only had plexiglass put in to replace the old ones, but we'd put up wood screwed in behind them to keep broken glass from getting inside again. Fuckers.
The first rock wasn't thrown hard enough and bounced off the glass, but it still shattered the window. The second was thrown harder and landed right in the green recliner I used to sit in all the time until I realized it was rocking too close to wires. This time I was sitting in Mammal's old recliner. If that first rock hadn't bounced it probably would have hit me. My poor cat was under my bed for an hour because she had been in the chair the other rock landed on.
We'd just had glass-break alarms put in not even a week ago, so at least we know the things work. I think the security alarm sounding scared me as much as the actual vandalism did, because the siren box was over my head and only about four feet away.
So now I'm freezing and waiting for the replacement windows that came in yesterday for the other windows to be put in these instead today. The cat got caught trying to investigate the busted window twice so now she's in the bathroom. I'm jumpy as hell to every little noise even though I know no one is going to come back. They did their job, now I get to live with it.
My aunt called her mom and now Gammal is 100% wanting to sell this house off. I pointed out to my aunt that even if we moved to her house she's got rented out, if they know where her house is there's nothing to stop them from doing it there too. I'd have to effing transfer work to Cincinnati if I moved there again and there's no telling how many hours I'd get; while here I've got a good almost 40 hours a week.
I don't want to move. I want a gun and the permission to shoot whoever I see running off the next time this happens. I'm still jumpy, tired but awake from adrenaline, and getting royally pissed off. I have today off work thankfully, and it'll probably be put to use cleaning up more glass and watching new windows get put in.
And on top of it all I still have a day to wait for going over my Photobucket bandwidth.
edit: Just found out they also broke more windows in the garage. Thankfully they'd not only had plexiglass put in to replace the old ones, but we'd put up wood screwed in behind them to keep broken glass from getting inside again. Fuckers.