At 2102hrs local time, someone fired an approximately .36 caliber ball bearing through Zoe's bedroom window, leaving about an inch diameter hole in the glass. The projectile had enough velocity to penetrate the glass but not the plastic blinds or the curtain, falling down and rolling off the sill onto the floor. Rosey was in the room at the time, using her computer. She heard two cars accelerate away. I was downstairs napping on the office couch. A few minutes later, as I was inspecting the damage from the inside, two cars reappeared and slowly passed by. Whether it was the same two I have no idea. They were gone before I could get outside.
So, I took my life in my hands and called the cops to make a police report. Mostly I wanted to see if there had been any other incidents of the like elsewhere in the neighborhood. The disinterested sheriff's deputy has come and gone, taking the projectile with him. But he did say that there had been no other reports tonight or any time in the recent past.
Hmm. Not what I expected. Occam's razor would seem to dictate that it was a bunch of kids with a slingshot. For now I've got a shaken Rosey with me downstairs below ground level. All the windows down here are barricaded with so many shelves of thick books I doubt a .30-06 would penetrate.
Has anybody done a bedcheck on Kerodin tonight? ;-)
All of this sounds like I'm not pissed about the event. It was Rosey in that room. It would be wrong to conclude that. You bet I'm pissed. We'll see what the rest of the night brings. They might get a surprise if they come wielding a deadly weapon around here again this fine evening.
Hannah's due home in a bit. I'll have her take a picture of the window and post it here when I have it.