Today I am thankful that I have a dog and a camera system. I'm just saddened that I let the batteries die in my camera after I broke my ankle so I didn't get a picture of the perp. I came home Thursday, went out into the garage, and noticed a chair under the garage door opener with several feet of wire around the chair. I initially thought they were pulled off of the walls. I don't remember having wires on the wall but to be honest, I don't pay attention. My tools were all over the place. Baskets were moved. No one can get into the house. I still brace my doors with metal rods. I learned my lesson after I caught Mike's sister breaking into the house. Still....someone managed to get into the garage. Sigh... Today I'm babysitting. The young adults living here took the kiddo out to walk the dog. I left to pick up the kiddo's favorite pizza. When I came back, there were several feet of thick wire threaded through the top of the garage door. Damn