So while we're getting ready to leave for work today, christy says "there's some guy in our back yard!" I look, and sure enough, there's some guy tramping around the back of the house. So I run outside and ask "can I help you?" which sort of half means "can I help you?" because he's wearing a tool belt and looks like he might be some sort of person from PSE&G doing nice things like keeping my house from exploding or finding a water main leak and half means "should I beat you up and sit on you till the cops get here?" -- he told me he was doing electrical work for the woman next door and was looking for the place the power came into the house. I decided his story was plausable, but it bothers me that I'm so paranoid.
Ultimately we let Mr. Hugs off of his chain, so if anybody does break in, there's gonna be bits of burglar smeared all over the walls when we get home.
