You have to be careful these days. Before we bought this house, we lived in what I guess was a sub-division. I was out in the garage, trying to clean it out, rearrange it, etc. The door was open, as was the door leading into the house. My front and back door were locked. I had lined our bicycles and my motorcycle up out in the driveway along side the car.
A young man came walking down the street from the cul de sac toward my house, and started up my lawn toward me. He was barefooted. I stepped outside the garage, holding a spray bottle of bug spray in my hand. He told me his car had broken down on the road that ran past the sub-division, and could he use my phone.
DO I really look like I have stupid stamped on my forehead? "Oh, I am sorry, but I carelessly locked myself out of the house, and am waiting for my husband to come home so I can get in." He didn't like it, but what was he going to do? I had a 'trigger finger' on the sprayer of the bug spray, and fully intended to give him a face full if he got cute with me.
He headed down the street, and I dashed inside to call my neighbor. He got inside her porch, but I knew he would not get in her door. She told him to get the hell out, and actually jumped in her car and chased him, but had notified the police first. He went to another house and rang the bell, and when the woman answered, Jane jumped out and yelled at the woman to shut her door NOW...and she did. The guy was really mad, but started running.
Now, the police were in the area, looking for both him and Jane. They did find and catch him. He had raped a girl in a house down at the cul-de-sac, right before heading up my way. He had picked up a pair of shoes from Jane's porch. They said it was a good thing I wouldn't let him in. Jane laughed when they said that, and of course, they asked why. She walked up to the door into my house, picked up a towel and showed them my gun. Yeah, I am not the most trusting soul, lol.