Ok, so the title is a little misleading. I'm really talking about how my house, or the entrance to it anyway, feels to me now. The aluminum guys were here over the weekend and finished installing all the "improvements" we ordered. In brief, I HATE IT!!!!
Here's a view of the corner of my upstairs patio, facing the cabana next door. The distance between them is a meter, or a little over 3 feet.
You can see it better if you enlarge, but notice the dirt marks on the cabana wall, just below the "trip line" that I had put up myself. (and evidently did not work to trip anybody!) Those are dirty foot prints where the burglars jump from my patio to the roof of the cabana.
Here's what that corner looks like now:
That's barbed wire fencing. It extends up and out four feet, a little over a meter. Ugly, but let's see the assholes do some jumping now!
The front of the house is the worst. I have had to completely enclose the entrance staircase.
Looks like the entrance to a prison to me. Here's my view looking down the stairs.
I had to enclose this area also. The creeps would get on this roof, then the top of the carport and on up to the front patio. From there they had access to the back of the house and the cabana roof. Not any more.
I've never given my main house a name. Now I'm thinking of calling it Casa de Campamento de Prisioneros. I think you can figure out what that means!