They didn't just steal my pet, but they trashed my living room in the process. I wasn't aware that my coffee table's contents needed to be emptied on the floor in order to steal a defenseless turtle.
I left my door locked when the cats arrived the other week. I am certain I locked my door this time, too. Stephan has slightly less than an ounce of brain matter between his ears told me he would speak with security, but I have a funny feeling he wasn't being serious.
I don't know which matter is worse; having my private home invaded and turtle stolen, or the complex management seeming less than perplexed by the entire ordeal. The only impressive feat to consider is that whoever broke into my apartment, they did it without a single scratch on the lock and door.