My father was a deputy sheriff. One day while home; having a poolside bar-b-q with eight guests, my mother went to the bedroom side of the house to use the bathroom and heard the sound of the guest bedroom window opening. Upon opening the door to the room she screams for my father as she noticed the guy with one leg through the window holding a plastic grocery bag. My father's patrol car was parked on the driveway along with three or four private cars. The guy was out of sight within seconds. Needless to say, it was guns he wanted.