I set up a booby-trap once to surprise the kid sneaking into my garage. This was years before I got into the security system business. I lived in a rented house in south-east Portland
At that time I did repairs for property owners. The garage was separate from the house, and old and made of wood. There were windows on the west side and east side, about three feet off the ground. A lot of the glass was missing so the windows were boarded up.
One afternoon, I noticed sunlight sniggering at me through the pried-off boards of one of the windows. Someone had entered and skulked about my paint cans and glazing putty. Nothing was missing, but I was still angry. I felt desecrated—the ghost of Tutankhamen could not have felt more desecrated, than I. He had a curse protecting his property, though. Being not as well versed in the supernatural as he, I had to make do with available materials.
