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 and kept my supplies and tools in the back of the garage.
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.
