Angry Doesn’t Begin To Cover It

Let’s recap shall we? I moved into the new apartment on SATURDAY. Today is Tuesday. Yesterday was MONDAY.

SOMEONE BROKE INTO ALL THREE APARTMENTS MONDAY.

That’s right. My apartment was broken into as well as my two friends who also live in the same building. The fourth apartment is vacant so they didn’t feel the need to go in it.

I got a call from April at about 3:10 in the afternoon asking me if I had been home at all yesterday. I told her no and she told me that she thought someone had broken into our apartments because her back door was open and it looked like someone had forced their way in, probably with a crowbar. My door was shut, but my dog was outside. On further inspection, April found that Ginny’s door was open and her apartment had been ransacked. RANSACKED PEOPLE. WHAT THE FUCK. [look away daddy. i did not just cuss, promise. it was the computer.]

I called the police and left work. When I got home, Ginny and April were already there. The MG and the property manager also showed up and the cop was pretty timely in getting there. April and Ginny wouldn’t let me in my apartment until the cop got there so that I wouldn’t touch anything. April wouldn’t let Ginny in her apartment either.

When I finally went in my apartment and the cop asked if anything was missing, this is what I discovered to be missing:

• my jewelry box minus 3 necklaces and an empty drawer
• all my watches that had been in another wooden box
• a nike sport bag (um, sister, that would be YOUR nike sport bag. sorry.) they needed something to carry all the loot in, I’m guessing.
• and a wooden box that had been next to my bed that had nothing in it but condoms. [dad, that was the computer again. just look away. pretend you didn't see that.]

Of course, I had another WTF moment. Why would they steal condoms? I guess they didn’t open the box.

Ginny’s apartment got hit the hardest. They flipped her mattresses, pulled things out of drawers, pulled stuff out of her closets. We’re guessing they started in her place and worked their way down.

Last night Ginny noticed immediately that the following was missing:

• her jewelry
• a bottle of prescription pain killers
• liquor

We’re thinking that they were gonna have a good time with their girlfriends or pick up some women, give them stolen jewelry, drink liquor, get fucked up on pain pills and have safe sex. bastards.

Since last night Ginny has noticed several other things missing. What is crazy is that they didn’t take her laptop that was sitting out in the living room and they didn’t take her gun which was in a drawer that, I think, they ransacked.

As far as we can tell, they didn’t steal anything from April. The theory as to why is two-fold.

• One ~ April has her dog Grace who barks ferociously at ANYONE who comes to the door and a friend’s dog, Heyman, is also staying with April and HE will bark as well.
• Two ~ it’s possible that they had just broken into the back when April came home to let the dogs out and they heard her coming in the front and took off. The dogs were really excited when she came home and as soon as she let them out, they took off to the back of the house. [Our apartments are in a house that has been cut up into 4 apartments.]

Oh yeah, and my big bad-ass dog? He was too busy out chasing cats to maul whoever did this to all of us. I figure once they had opened the door and got over the initial shock of a 65 lb dog greeting them at the door, he took off running because the door was open. Fat lot of good he did. Why am I feeding him again? Pansy-ass dog. Oh well. Truly, I am glad he’s fine and that I was able to get him back home once I got home. He didn’t go far and acquiesced once I caught up with him. He’s learning that it’s not a good idea to run from me. At least he’s not completely stupid too. In truth, I was just so glad he was ok. I love my dog. A LOT. If they had hurt him, I would be on a BIGGER war path.

We had to sit and wait around for a couple of hours for the evidence techs to get out there and dust for prints. There was a lot of beer drinking, phone calls made, cussing and more beer drinking going on yesterday while we were waiting. Our friends have been pretty great, offering support, beer runs, food and places to stay if we needed any of them. Thanks guys, we really did and do appreciate that. We all opted to stay home. We’re not gonna let ANYBODY run us out of our homes.

The techs did get several finger prints. I hope they can find the rat bastards who did this to us. I also hope that they’ll turn a blind eye and let us beat the ever-living shit out of them before they arrest them too. Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?

However, we’ve all got either new doors or new locks and I have a good friend who is in the home security business who will be coming out one day this week to figure out what it will take to set us up with alarm systems.

We’re mostly just really pissed off and fighting the urge to burn everything in our apartments that they touched. I know they went through my underwear drawer and I’m still fighting the urge to throw all the stuff in the back yard and light it on fire. We may still have a bonfire in the back yard.

Ginny and I discussed a little later about our initial reactions to the news from April. When April called and told me that she thought my place had been broken into since Bear was outside, I was immediately concerned that Bear might get hurt running around the neighborhood (hit by a car or something) and then I was fearful that they may have taken off with my knitting, yarn or knitting books. Don’t snicker, all you knitters would have had the same fear. I am glad to report that they didn’t touch my yarn. Stupid bastards.

When April told Ginny that her place had been trashed, she was worried that all the artwork she has accumulated over the years had been destroyed.

When stuff like this happens it makes you realize what’s most important to you possession wise. Still, all in all, we are all very glad that April wasn’t harmed since there is always the possibility that she could have walked in on them. We are all alive and well……and if we see you wearing our jewelry, we’ll beat the shit out of you and then ask where you got it. You have been warned.

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