So it goes...

Most people who I know here in Corpus have been burglarized, so I wasn't terribly surprised when I came home to find my house broken into.

At first it didn't register what had happened; quite a few window screens were pulled off and my bedroom window was broken under its screen. I thought my landlord had performed some weird hurricane preparedness ritual which I was ignorant to. I had just finished a four hour drive and urgently ran inside to relieve myself. From the bathroom, I could see my bedroom... it was a lot messier than I had left it.

I started to get a weird tingly feeling and goosebumps formed on my arms and legs. I went into my bedroom to investigate: broken window with glass everywhere, things knocked over,purses emptied, jewelry all over the edge of the bed and the floor, sock drawers dumped out... I head to the front door, it is unlocked- most definitely not how I left it... Major goosebumps now, someone who didn't belong in my home was here for sure. I go outside- inside doesn't feel safe, even with two tough looking dogs.

Call the roommate, the cops, the landlord, my daddy, my mom...

People who take advantage of evacuee's have a special place in hell reserved for them.