sleepless

Someone attempted to break into our house last night, at around 1 AM or so. My mother wasn't asleep (she's had trouble with that because of her depression) and so she woke up my dad. My dad's a brave man, and he got up and headed toward the door, where the would-be burglar was still trying to manipulate the lock. My dad starting yelling threats in a booming voice, which is when I woke up from the event. The burglar stopped almost immediately after my dad finished his "Why you do not want to fradulently enter my house" lecture. It was awesome. We suspect it was one of the camp's refugees, sneaking out and trying to steal things to sell and profit from back at the camp. It's a really sad situation, but we even don't have too much here in our house, so we have to defend the amount that we do have control over.