Ugly Situation Thwarted by Steel Plate!
On the evening of the very first night that we slept in the new house, I took a long look at the back door. The wood around the strike plate was badly damaged. The jamb had been crudely repaired a number of times, and one of the solid fir stiles of the door was split all the way through. Great - I thought - someone bashed the door in. And it looked like it may have happened more than once. I opened and closed the door eight hundred times and watched everything and I didn't like it. Things just didn't catch right. And the repairs were flimsy. I got to work. Removed all the cheese-dick "repairs," put in a steel plate, and replaced the flimsy knobs with a deadbolt. Well, several hours later my fiancée and I woke up to the sounds of someone trying to bash in our back door. She reached for the phone, and I grabbed a table leg and went to confront the soon-to-be dead person. When I got to the back door they were gone. I lurked around in the shadows in my underwear the rest of the night with the table leg and a carving knife, but he never came back. Lucky I put that plate in!