And the hits just keep coming. I’m back here in my comfort zone, hiding a bit from the real world. Something scary happened yesterday and although it’s not sex addict related, it is most definitely addict related.
A meth addict broke into our home yesterday while Blue Eyes and I were off purchasing items for his new tea house. We had scheduled this fun activity for our Saturday as a distraction from the arbitration judgment. We found a beautiful brass Buddha, a lovely Japanese woodblock print, some mats and cushions, an 1800’s antique cast iron tea pot from Kyoto… and while we were finding treasures, a man entered our home while the Peacemaker was sleeping soundly in his bed.
Here’s the email I sent this evening to our lovely neighbors:
We wanted to send out an informational email regarding an incident that happened at our house yesterday afternoon. The purpose of the email is to hopefully allow everyone to have the same information, reduce fear, and publicly thank specific neighbors and the neighborhood as a whole. We have lived in our house for 23 years this week. A number of interesting things have happened here in those years, but nothing as disturbing as what happened yesterday. Regardless, we love this neighborhood and our neighbors. There were a lot of police and emergency vehicles and officers around our house yesterday and we are grateful to the Police for reacting promptly to this incident. They really did a great job in our opinion.
Here’s what we know: We left our house at about 11:30am Saturday morning to run some errands. At approximately 2:15pm I received a text and phone call from Alex (our neighbor directly to the south) saying she heard glass breaking, saw a broken pot and broken window and a man with no shirt standing in the family room. I let her know that our son (26 years old) was home and I would contact him immediately. I was initially unable to reach our son by phone and so we headed immediately for the house. Our son had been in the shower. He had been asleep in his room (basement level). He assumed we were home. He came upstairs to take a shower (top floor) and didn’t notice anything amiss. While he was in the shower, he heard talking and something breaking, but again, he assumed it was us. When we reached him and asked if someone was in the house he said he had heard the glass break. He then heard pottery crashing in the hall and got dressed quickly. He looked out from the bathroom and saw broken pottery and blood in the hall. He could hear the intruder talking to himself in the office next to the bathroom. The door was closed. He quickly exited from the front door (mid level of the house) while calling the police, retrieved our dogs from the back yard (where the intruder had put them) and headed across the street where Steve B took them inside safely.
The police arrived shortly after we called. They interviewed our son and neighbors and were pretty convinced the guy was still in the house. They called in a K-9 unit. The intruder was indeed still in the house. They threatened sending in the German Shepherd and the intruder gave himself up. He was nude and cut up and covered in blood.
It appears as if he entered the house through one of the unlocked kitchen doors on the back deck sometime after we left in the morning. Ray (neighbor to the north) noticed a shirtless man on the deck about noon, but of course had no idea he was an intruder. We think the intruder then sequestered himself in the upstairs family room with the door shut. It seems when he heard someone else in the house (probably at least 1.5 hours later) he panicked and dumped out a plant from its heavy pottery planter and threw the pot through the double paned picture window in the family room. At this point he was nude and we think he intended to jump through the broken window to escape until he saw how far down the patio was. He cut himself pretty badly on the jagged glass then bled all over the family room, destroyed a plate display in the hall, on his way to shutting himself off in the office. He then bled all over that room.
We’re not convinced he was homeless. He was potentially mentally ill and most likely high on meth. Later, the police officer confirmed the intruder had been arrested at least 10 times on meth related charges. The burglar is a 31 year old white male. He was taken away on a stretcher because he was badly cut and bleeding.
A hazmat crew was brought in late last night to remove glass and blood and board up the window. We’re pretty shaken up, but believe this to be a totally freak isolated incident. We don’t know how the man entered the neighborhood, or why. When we drove out of the neighborhood in the morning, we didn’t see anyone. Our yard is secure on the south side with locks on the gates. He had to have entered from the closed (but not locked) gate on the north side of the house.
The police officer told us that the best security situation these days are cameras that can be monitored from smartphones as there are so many false alarms on regular security systems that they don’t often respond without further confirmation from the homeowner. We had talked about installing motion sensor cameras around the house after a situation this summer when a homeless woman was charging electronics on the south side of our house. We hadn’t done it yet. We will now install the cameras.
Thank you everyone who saw, spoke up, called 911, took care of our son and the dogs, came by, emailed, texted, and brought over delicious brownies. We are all safe! What a great neighborhood! We will keep watch on this case and make sure the intruder is prosecuted. He clearly needs help and we can only do what we can and hope the system provides this man with the services he needs.
Today, we’re exhausted. The hazmat guys left at about 2:00am. They’ll be back tomorrow. We didn’t get much sleep. We thought about going to a hotel, but with all the pets, it seemed even more overwhelming. I’m wondering if our lives are ever going to get back to any kind of normal. I had nightmares about blood, glops of blood, everywhere. The intruder was treated at the hospital then taken to jail and booked. He needs serious help. Our system just doesn’t seem to provide much help to broken drug addicted people. The officer stood in our bedroom with me and Blue Eyes, which I thought was kind of funny, such an intimate room, but it was the closest room to the crime scene that wasn’t covered in blood. He seemed like a sweet kid. I guess anyone under 40 is a kid to me now. He said he’s seen a lot of addicts. It starts with unresolved childhood wounds… trying to medicate pain, but without decent treatment the wounds don’t heal and the drugs escalate. Blue Eyes was silent. I just said, “yeah, I think you are right.”
I need to gather myself. Go to work tomorrow, then shop for groceries for the week ahead. Thanksgiving++ for 10 at the beach house. I really do love cooking a Thanksgiving feast, but I’m so tired. My Mom told me to cancel. I’m not gonna. It’ll be a distraction. 😔