I had the most insane day today.
My daughter called me just before noon (she was home sick) and whispered, “Dad, is there supposed to be someone in the house?”
She had been downstairs on the couch, and someone rang the doorbell. Because she wasn’t feeling well, she thought she’d just ignore it. The person kept ringing, and then she heard the door open. She thought it was probably me coming home for lunch, but then she heard the guy’s cell phone ring and knew it wasn’t me.
So she had the presence of mind to take the phone into the bathroom and hide in the shower. She called 911, and just as they answered, the guy came into the bathroom where she was. So she hung up and then called me. I told her to stay put and call 911 again, so she did.
The police arrived, one at the front door, and one downstairs. The policeman found my daughter and put her in a bedroom that he had already cleared. Just then the guy tried to jump out a window, and the policeman upstairs drew his gun, so the guy ran downstairs and into the cop downstairs, whom he punched in the side of the head. He ran back upstairs and then went out to the balcony, jumped off, and ran for his car.
The cops chased him down and tackled him. When I got home, he was cuffed face down in the middle of the street, and there were cops everywhere. My daughter was pretty shaken up, but she’s doing OK.
They have his picture and arrest record online here. Apparently he’s just a drug addict who feeds his addiction by burglarizing houses.
So we’re all OK here, just a little shaken.