Somebody broke into the wrong apartment in the Antioch area of Nashville last night. Broke in to find the occupants there, struggle ensued, shots fired, and that’s all she wrote for that particular goblin.
Oddly enough, a couple hours earlier, in a different part of town, I was talking to my Tai Chi instructor, and we both agreed that if you’re going to have a home defense gun, it should be on you. You probably won’t have time to go get it when you need it.
Oh, and this story is a wonderful example of why, when I bought my house, I had to explain to both my parents “yes, I bought a house in Antioch. No, not that part of Antioch.”