When I was a kid I lived in New Orleans in a two story antebellum mansion--the same one I spent the last few years rebuilding after Katrina... I was taking a shower upstairs one afternoon when I heard glass tinkle downstairs. I was climbing out anyway, so I leaned out the door and saw an arm reaching in the window at the bottom of the stairs. I walked into my bedroom and grabbed my shotgun from the corner and leaned out my bedroom door just in time to see the arm reach back into the window, this time with a screwdriver in its hand. So I shot it.
The guy shrieked like a little girl, fell out the window, and disappeared. I ran down the steps buck assed naked and stuck my head out another side window in time to see him boogying up the street towards St Charles. So I grabbed my Mamaw's trench coat off the hat rack by the door, yanked it on, and proceeded up Soniat towards St Charles (the street where the streetcars run.
I got into the streetcar track where I could run good (it's grass between the tracks there)and I must have gone five or six blocks before the NOPD picked me up and asked me why I was running around in broad daylight with my trenchcoat flapping and waving a shotgun. They wer actually sort of nice about it. I guess they figured discretion was the better part of valor, considering the scene I must have made.
Anyway, they made me get in the car, and drove a couple more blocks, and pulled up next to the guy as he ran in the streetcar tracks. We drove along next to him for a while, and finally the driver leaned out the door and asked him how long he was planning on running before he bled to death. They finally stopped him and cuffed him (and me after I told him he was lucky they stopped me) All four of us drove to the little police station, and they booked both of us. Him for B&E and me for lewd conduct.
I was not a normal teen.
It's the only time I have ever had someone try to break into my home. He was lucky my gun was loaded with birdshot. I keep buck in it now, on the theory that I am old and can't run that fast any more.
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A few years ago my uncle got back home from Christmas dinner only to find his guns, army metals, etc stolen. Never did find how who did it. 
I am surprised at how many wix'ers have been robbed. This is not good and I now feel all your pain.
We just gotta wait and see perhaps my camera will show up sometime.
