Summon the Tiger

I knew he was breaking into my house when I was at work – things were moved, things started going missing. Like the silver tableware my grandmother gave me, and a laptop computer. I had never given him a key, but I figured he had copied one. So I called up a locksmith and was home one afternoon, folding laundry in the bedroom while the locks were being re-keyed in the front. I heard a noise from the bedroom deck – there was an enclosed deck off the master bedroom, totally encircled by six-foot bushes. I heard a noise, and right then I just knew it was him – and this was how he was breaking in. But I didn’t know exactly how he was doing it, so I quietly waited – the blinds were drawn, so he had no idea I was home. He had figured out there was enough clearance between the top channel and the door that he could lift up the door – and that door weighed a ton – lift up the door high enough that the latch would clear the locking mechanism. He simply lifted up the door. Once I saw how he was getting in, I went over and yanked open the blinds. That man cleared the railing and the bushes and tore off.  I put paint sticks on the tops of the sliders until I could arrange for all five window walls to be replaced with sliders that had metal rods that went up and down into the frame when the handle locked.