Well, it didn't take long for our friendly neighborhood burglar to return. He was very busy here over the weekend.
Saturday night we had Toronto out here for a barbeque and cards. We left about 12:30am to drive him back downtown to his hotel. L went out early Sunday morning to water plants on the back patio. Guess what? The watering wand attached to the hose was missing! We started to look around and discovered that the pile of flip flops that we keep by the back door for working outside was missing also. (remember last time he tried to steal a pair but left them behind?) And the biggest insult of all. We had been to the beach on Saturday and our bathing suits were on the line upstairs. The asshole stole my new boardie shorts!!! At this point we figured it was probably somebody young, or at least around my size.
We discussed off and on all day what we could do to put a stop to this. He is evidently making his entrance and exit from our patio to the cabana roof next door and then, we thought, down the stairs and out to the street. No resolution was found.
Early this morning, around 1:30am, L was awakened by a noise outside his bedroom window. We heard him shouting and came running. He interrupted the burglar trying to detach our hose and make off with that. L says that guy was calm as can be and said the Spanish equivalent of "Whatever" when L called him a thief. He then casually walked across the patio and up the stairs to the roof where he has access to the cabana next door. B ran for the front door to get a look at him as he came down the steps and across the yard, directly in our vision. By the time L and I got the back door unlocked and up the stairs, he was gone.
B says he never came down the stairs. That can only mean he crossed the cabana roof and exited via the roof next to the cabana. There was a light on in this house so there is no way he could have gotten through that house without either being seen or being a known resident there. L got a good look at him too. Oh, he also stole B's flip flops which he foolishly left outside.
We have not called the police again. They just come out, take a look around and sympathize with what a terrible thing it is. But they do nothing. And I mean nothing. When our neighbors got burglared, they even got a description of the getaway truck and license number. Guess what? We all still see this truck going up and down our road out front! Nothing. It is such a helpless feeling. We are going to have to do something about this exit path across the roof. We may make a visit on our neighbors and see if we recognize the guy. Or at least maybe scare him that we know who he is. Other than that, I am at a loss.
Do we have to resort to baseball bat justice to get this to stop? I surely hope not. Stay tuned!