By Catherine Powell
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As it so happens, I’ve been spending much
of the past two weeks lying flat on my back staring up at the ceiling. That’s what happens when you come down with a
bad head cold or catch the flu. While I’ve
been lying in an over-the-counter drug stupor blowing my nose endlessly while
watching more TV than I can stand, it also gave me the time to think about my
home’s security. Every afternoon as I
hear the postal carrier drop the mail into the box outside my front door with a
clank, I pause to think of just how easy it would be for a burglar to try to
jimmy the door or any of my windows.
While I consider my home to be burglar-resistant, it never hurts to put
oneself in a thief’s shoes to assess just how impregnable your home really is.