Nighttime is my favorite time. Although, any time of day or night seems to now be my favorite time. Gotta love insomnia. Having insomnia however, gives me prime opportune time to do stuff around the house that I haven’t done already, for whatever the reason, and with hubby asleep, the kids asleep, I can do the quiet stuff. It’s 2a.m., I’ve been up for an hour, I get dressed, grab my book, my notebook and my phone and quietly head out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me gently as not to wake up hubby. He used to be the lighter sleeper in the family, but with me being ill health for the past few months, I’ve become the light sleeper and the insomniac. After using the bathroom, I go sit with a glass of water in my recliner, turning on the lowest light in my living room so as to read and write or to work on crafts I’ve got going now that it’s pretty much winter now.
As I head to the basement, oh, did I forget to add that I also have a slight case of ADHD?🤣🤣🤣 Anyhow, off to the basement, it’s quiet down there, bright light which won’t wake anybody up, but it’ll add to my wonderful migraine. I pick an area I’ve been meaning to clean and promptly find something else I’ve wanted to do, which is start cleaning and straightening my craft area in the back left corner. As I’m straightening stuff up, I’m not really paying attention to the stairs or who might be coming down them, seems how, I’m the only one up right? I obviously hadn’t been paying close attention to my back door, in which wasn’t locked last night either, because as I’m working in the basement, someone who’s apparently been skulking around the neighborhood all week, and not getting caught-yet, slips in my home, down my basement stairs, and dead stops at the bottom.
Shocked beyond shocked at seeing a light on at now, almost 3a.m. and somebody up, at almost 3a.m., he’s got the proverbial deer in the headlights look, doesn’t know whether to turn back around and dart back up the stairs, out the door or if he should charge me-i guess I forgot to mention a few things, one, I own a gun and am licensed to carry, two, I can take even the biggest of big down in a matter of minutes, oh, and three, I’m a female, 5’2, 130lbs. None of these he knows, nor am I gonna tell him. I’ve found out which option he takes-he opts for charging me, or attempting anyway.
I have my hubby on speed dial, thankfully he keeps his phone by the bed, so when I send my message, it takes about two mins to register and wake him up, however, by the time he makes it dressed, out of the bedroom, thru the house and down the basement steps, I’ve got the intruder contained on the basement floor and 911 on their way. “So how did you know this is, has been the guy breaking into people’s houses all week honey?” hubby asks me. “Well dear,” I say, “I’ve been paying attention to the apps and the reports, however, nobody has been able to see his face on any camera.” “The back door hadn’t been locked last night, lucky break number one, and I was up because, well, I’m an insomniac.” I tell him, watching the time, my gun and the intruder’s face, his eyebrows scrunching up, his eyes looking sad and afraid. “Are you gonna shoot me lady?” he asks me, just on the verge of tears. “I could’ve but, oh, guess what, I don’t have to worry about it, because you’ll be in the safe care of the city’s finest police department.” “They’re coming to take you away, ha ha, they’re coming to take you away,he he ho ho.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I laugh. “Lead the officers in honey, will you?” I ask my hubby.
“Good morning officers.” “Good morning ma’am, thank you for this, we’ve been trying to catch this guy all week long. We figured out it was him the second report we got and couldn’t see his face, but we identified his clothing and have been hunting for him since.” “Hmmm, well sounds like you’ve been one really-thought-you-were Houdini,” I say to him. “Look ma’am, I wudn’t tryin to hurt nobody ok, I was just looking for stuff I could take and sell for some food.” “Well tonight, you won’t have anything to worry about as far as money or food, how old are you anyway son?” the officer asked. “I’m 15 sir.” he said.
The one officer takes the kid upstairs and out my back door, while the other officer chats with me and my husband. “So, was it your plan to catch him tonight being down here, by yourself in the middle of the night?” Officer Beady asks. “Actually officer, I’m an insomniac and couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d get some things done while I was up and didn’t realize till after he was staring at me at the bottom of the stairs, that my back door hadn’t been locked. By the way, I am licensed to carry, I noticed your looking at my pistol, and my size and him laying on the floor.” “Well ma’am, I figured your husband took him down,” “no officer, that was all her. She’s not only licensed to carry, she’s trained in martial arts and self defense, and can take even the biggest, baddest, meanest of them down, in a matter of minutes.” he said proudly. “Well sure, you’ll be hearing from our city council regarding this matter. Nobody has been able to do this, ever, so, on behalf of charters whole police department and the city, thank you. Have a great rest of your night.” “Thank you officer Beady, you two also.”
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