On Tuesday afternoon, I was out in the backyard helping Savannah put glitter all over this
(it's a Valentine's box)
when two uniformed policemen walked through my back gate.
Which was shocking. And slightly alarming. (If I'd had my wits about me I would have taken a picture.)
They said my alarm had gone off about ten minutes earlier when I was out buying glitter. They walked through the house with me and checked all the windows, and we found one in the front room slightly ajar.
So then the question became: Did someone try to actually open that window or did it just fall open on its own because it's old and needs to be replaced and entropy is the real owner of this house. David pointed out that it was probably the latter because to actually get to the window someone would have to walk through our overgrown, weed-ridden front "flower" bed (which looks suspiciously like a jungle by the way), and, in his opinion, that seemed like "a lot of effort." (His lungs are still recovering and so everything seems like a lot of effort.)
I had no idea that our neglected yard and thriving weeds were part of David's master security plan.