I’m pissed. I’m so beyond ticked off I can hardly stand straight. And I’m upset and depressed.
Just a little while ago, as my wife sat in the rocking chair in the baby’s room to nurse Irelyn, she noticed glass everywhere. Some punk shot my daughter’s window with a BB gun (I found the bb). Outside, our house had also been ‘tomatoed’, so it was intentional.
The tomato I can deal with. Heck, as a kid even I admit to egging a house or two. But for pete’s sake I never shot at someone’s home. And because of the height and construction of our rear fence, the little bastard(s) had to either crawl over it or squeeze in between it. And they were definitely aiming for the window.
I’m enraged and at the same time saddened. We live in a decent neighborhood. Very, very little crime. Had the room to my window been shot, I wouldn’t be as sick to my stomach. But this was my 10 month old daughter’s room. What if she had been in there? What if she had gotten to the glass before we did?
I keep telling myself it was just some snot nosed kid who didn’t even think beyond “ooh, I’m going to shoot some glass”. But somehow, even knowing it wasn’t targeted doesn’t make me feel much better. I don’t want to have to install security film. I don’t want to (like some neighbors down the street) have 8 security cameras and motion lights all around the house. I’m supposed to feel safe in this place. My family is supposed to feel safe.
And if I catch the little bastard, God have mercy on him. I won’t.
Update: Son of a bitch shot both my daughter’s windows. My oldest’s window was shot up high and didn’t shatter as much (looks like a regular bullet hole).
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Monday, June 05, 2006 6:46 PM