Yep. My house was broken into, television set stolen and a lot of things that I liked destroyed to no purpose.

I knew something was wrong when Abigail (my very inside dog) met me outside. It rained today so she was very wet and obviously glad to see me.

We went inside to find my place "trashed." Fortunately, I keep my real valuables in a large, imposing safe. The thieves were not able to enter it, though they did ruin an impressive amount of cutlery trying.

I think one may have cut himself. There is blood on a door frame and some mismatched kilt hose are missing.

Not sure why I'm posting. I'm not traumatized. I am annoyed.

Anyway. If there is a moral to this story it's "take precautions."

May this never happen to you.