When my brother was a tot, he was very interested in how things were put together. My parents left him at home alone one afternoon. When they returned, there was an odd lump under one of the sofa cushions. It turned out to be a rather large part of the sewing machine that he'd taken apart. When he discovered he couldn't put it back together, he decided to hide the parts so no one would know what he'd done. (Uhhh...right....)
Unfortunately, he hid many of the small bits in the furnace vents. Those parts were beyond finding. Which made the parts they did find rather worthless for anything more than a great family story.
If it was a burglar, it sounds more like an opportunistic neighbor kid who wanted a CD player than a professional. 'Cause as you point out, the burglary makes no sense otherwise. Then again, a burglaries aren't required to make sense. It's just that they usually do.
When Toad Hall was burgled in the mid-1990s, the locksmith who came over that night to re-key the doors did a lot to put me at ease by pointing out that the burglars had obviously had no taste, seeing how they'd left the really good stuff -- a few bottles of single malt Scotch -- behind. The parts that I was most annoyed by were that they stole a piece of luggage -- to carry the loot out in, no doubt -- and an afghan which I expect they used to wrap the various pieces of AV equipment and my camera that they took.
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Date: 2008-08-20 09:42 am (UTC)When my brother was a tot, he was very interested in how things were put together. My parents left him at home alone one afternoon. When they returned, there was an odd lump under one of the sofa cushions. It turned out to be a rather large part of the sewing machine that he'd taken apart. When he discovered he couldn't put it back together, he decided to hide the parts so no one would know what he'd done. (Uhhh...right....)
Unfortunately, he hid many of the small bits in the furnace vents. Those parts were beyond finding. Which made the parts they did find rather worthless for anything more than a great family story.
If it was a burglar, it sounds more like an opportunistic neighbor kid who wanted a CD player than a professional. 'Cause as you point out, the burglary makes no sense otherwise. Then again, a burglaries aren't required to make sense. It's just that they usually do.
When Toad Hall was burgled in the mid-1990s, the locksmith who came over that night to re-key the doors did a lot to put me at ease by pointing out that the burglars had obviously had no taste, seeing how they'd left the really good stuff -- a few bottles of single malt Scotch -- behind. The parts that I was most annoyed by were that they stole a piece of luggage -- to carry the loot out in, no doubt -- and an afghan which I expect they used to wrap the various pieces of AV equipment and my camera that they took.