This has been the most frightening and exhilarating night of my life, and here's why:

I live on the ground floor and my bike is locked up on my patio via this steel handle thing my grandpa and my dad bolted into the exterior wall. While I have taken extra precautions with my windows and doors being that I live on the first floor, I've never ever had a problem and many of my neighbors keep tons of stuff on their patios and it's there day in and day out. I mean, it's Minnesota right?

Well tonight I am up kind of late because I'm packing and cleaning and stuff. I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and I heard this really, really loud thud outside. Honestly, to me it sounded like someone was either jumping on the balcony or jumping off of the balcony. I thought it was weird and startling, but my neighbors are really loud so I was like okay whatev. But then Maggie starting growling at the door. I have never, ever heard her growl and it sounded like it was coming from the pit of hell or something. So I was like, hmmm maybe I should look outside to see.

I have really large, dark curtains up so I went to the end of them and peaked and saw a darker shadow view/shadow that I am used to so I, for some reason, immediately starting banging on the window (thinking back, my split-second rationale was that if I bang and the shadow moves, it's a person...if not, it's a tree or something). Well it took me about .3 seconds to realize it was a person trying to rip my bike off of the wall. He didn't move, he was still concentrating on fiddling with my lock or something so, I don't know why but I moved from banging on the end of the window to the center of the window and all I see is this middle finger in my direction so I start yelling and this dude looks me straight in the eye and says (I can hear him through the glass) "What are you going to do about it?" So at this point I'm like oh man this is really happening and I RUN for my phone and, while dialing 911, I grabbed my pepper spray and sat in the hallway of my apartment away from any doors and windows. THANK GOD my phone works in my apartment now, unlike before I got AT&T.

I sat in the hallway with 911 on the line until two police officers came. And guess what, THEY CAUGHT HIM! It was too dark to see what he was wearing, but I knew his height based on an estimate compared to mine and his hair, which was very distinct. One police officer called me while they were here and said they had him, that he was wanted for other stuff, and they were taking him away. I never even saw the cops...they just called my phone. They were like "did he get the bike?" and I was like "I don't know I'm too scared to go by the door!" But, he didn't get the bike.

I know this person isn't from around here because I saw him riding around on a bike earlier looking around at stuff and I thought it was way strange because I had never, ever seen him before. I should rest easy because they got him, but OMG my heart is still pumping and I'm nervous of what the "other stuff" they were looking for him because of...what if his posse comes to get me?

AHHHGHGHHH time to move time to move.