December 9th, 2008

Tink

Adventures in gentrification!

They broke into my shed.

Then they got lost in the dark, knocked over a lot of stuff, tried to use an old railing as a ladder to climb out the second level window (nailed shut), smashed out the top panel of the front door (padlocked on the outside), then finally crashed through the rusty screened storm door in the back.

Nothing stolen, but they are probably battered, bruised, and severely scratched.

Oh, and the cop remembers Tink, the former owner who passed away 30 years ago.