Leave it to Weaver: Lloyd criminals are getting reaalllly gutsy

An event took place in my second-floor condo unit early last Thursday morning. It was an experience I don’t wish upon anybody and I am glad the individual responsible will be standing in front of a judge today.

At roughly 2:30 a.m.

last Thursday, I, like many of my neighbours, was woken by my fiancé, Chelsey, screaming “GET THE F OUT OF MY HOUSE!” at the absolute top of her lungs... the reason ... she turned the kitchen light on to find an intruder in our kitchen.

As I’m typing my heart rate just shot to 115 BPM, and I’m sitting at my desk on a quiet Tuesday night, so bear with me, friends.

I shoot out of bed to find Chels in the kitchen telling me there was just someone in the kitchen that had run out the patio door and jumped off the deck.

At first, I’m in disbelief, and still very much asleep, but as I walk into the kitchen I notice all of our cabinets are open, our furnace room door is open, things were taken off of the top of the fridge to check the top cabinets ... ok, someone just tried to rob us.

Now, having lived on her own in the past, Chels has things like baseball bats, steel pipes ... things of that nature, strategically placed throughout the condo.

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