Only once in all my time out here ( 38+ ) years did I answer my door holding my shotgun. It was dark outside > knock on the door > I asked-"who is it" > no response, but they knocked a second time. I grabbed the shotgun, flipped on the porch light, cracked the door. It was a young fellow and, as I found out, his wife. They said they were lost. Man were they EVER lost. Off the county - one mile down my gravel driveway.
So I invited them in and got them oriented and back on their way. I wasn't too concerned about them being robbers - Wyoming license plates and two young kids in their car.
Otherwise - raccoons having a knock down brawl on my front porch will bring you out of a good sleep. That's happened several times. And a lonely coyote howling right out in the front yard will do the same.
Years ago I was watching TV and the door bell rang. I went and looked out the peep hole and didn't see anything.

Went and sat back down. Immediately upon sitting the door bell rang again. I looked out the peep hole. And didn't see anything again. So I went to the kitchen window and looked to see if I could see someone standing off to the side. No one was there.

Went and sat back down and the bloody door bell rang again.
At this point I'm mad. Grab the ball bat that was stored in the coat closet, ripped open the door, starting to cuss, and ready to whoop some booty



At that point I came up speechless and started laughing my butt off. Here's my neighbors 2yo houdini of a son standing in the doorway in his diaper.




Only thing he would say was "Tasha" which is the name of my 5yo pit bull that absolutely loved kids.
The boy snuck out to come play with my dog.



Well Tasha gave him some kisses real quick, then I scooped him up and took him back home



Met the neighbor just as she was coming around the side of my garage with one of the twin boys in her arms. I had the other one.
The boys would decide they wanted to go visit the neighbors and let themselves out of the house. 1 would always head for the elderly couples house on the east side of their place, and the other always headed west to my house.



They had to install a slide latch on the top of the doors, chain up any ladders and step stools, and put bells on their clothing to keep those toddlers from going on a walk about





