I was taking a mid-afternoon nap when I heard “thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.” I tried to sort out what it could be… sounded like luggage going up or down stairs. I figured maybe it was the girl upstairs, moving something. As I lie there, thinking up plotlines for my web series, my dog starts yapping. I go to the living room as a police officer knocks on my door. Oh, no, who died? We didn’t communicate well, but “it’s good, it’s good”, thumbs up. OK, it’s good. Well. I followed him out after tossing the dog out of the way, and saw several police officers with a man on the ground in handcuffs. Shoot. Well, long story short, two guys apparently broke into the neighbour’s place, another neighbour called the cops, and voilà, here we are. Not sure if this makes me feel better or worse about where I’m living. On the one hand, they caught the guys, so maybe things will be fine. On the other hand, it’s the second act of vandalism/theft that I’ve “witnessed” this month.