I know we were not the ones to be robbed, but I still can’t help but feel violated. A robber suspect being chased by police hopped our back fence, then hopped our gate speeding off and breaking the sprinkler head to the drip system for our roses (I need to plant more roses with bigger thorns!). He doubled back through another neighbor’s yard but, from what I hear, was caught.
He left his black latex gloves by the gate as testimony to the fact that he had violated my space. This is my bird place, my dog place, my grounding and roses place. He ran right by the window where I was grading and creating.
Thankfully, I was alerted to danger by my trusty dog by my side who up to this time has only hated the ice cream guy with the irritating bell. He is adding backyard intruders to his short list.
It is a spooky feeling to know that your safe space is tentative and at the mercy of possible violators. But the adrenalin surge has subsided and I’m off to buy more roses and a Doberman. My collie will love him.