In my 20s the neighborhood I lived in was going through "changes" and break-ins were becoming common. Guns weren't a part of my self defense then. I had a .22 lever action rifle but I never thought of that as a self-defense weapon. I did keep a baseball bat behind my door though.
Yet I still left the doors unlocked and wide open in the summer even if I was in the back yard or in the basement. I acted crazy. People thought I was crazy and I let them. Not mean crazy either, just nuts. For some reason people didn't want any part of that. ;-)
When this song came out I thought it was written for me.
Geeze...I was born into house full of [gasp!] “unlocked” guns and have never known any other life.
You heard something, you grabbed whatever was propped or laying nearest the door or window you heard the noise at.
Everything was loaded so there were no delays.
We left our doors unlocked and went away for two week vacations and nobody touched a thing.
Never had a bit of trouble until the libs decided The Wastelands of W.MD were touristy and started hauling themselves and their little hell spawn out this way every weekend.
It might take ‘em a good scare or two but they learn that “No Trespassing” ~isn’t~ just an idle suggestion.
Couple weeks ago I was sitting here late at night and the boy heard something that raised his hackles and got that scary-low snarl going.
I didn’t wanna wake up hubby by fetching a gun from the bedroom so I just slithered out with the dog and flung the front door open.
The dog charged out b#lls to the wall and whatever it was skittered off into the woods.
The Boy did his blacker-than-the-blackness-invisible-dog perimeter check and came back in all puffed up, “snorty” and proud of himself.
He got biscuits for his trouble.
I was half expecting to hear a shocked shriek out in the yard but there was only the sound of leaves crunching.
Dunno if it was man or beast but it likely won’t come back.
Can’t wait til ‘Halla gets big enough to tag-team with him.
4 eyes and 84 teeth are even better than 2 and 42.
[and yes, I am an antisocial, dog-siccing, typical ‘billy...why do you ask?]
:D