Some of you might recall me posting a while back about the peeping tom that has been terrorizing our neighborhood this last year or so. There is the small possibility that I didn't post about it... but it's unlikely. There were funny stories. But, in a not funny story, a few nights ago Mike and I are making dinner and we hear a mad banging on our front door. The dog was flipping out, I was a little freaked... Mike cautiously opened the door. Guess who was there.... Our neighbor. Poor Leeta. She was at her house alone, next door, while her husband was in Denver. She thought she heard something on the roof so she closed up the blinds, locked her doors, and took her dog upstairs with her. Exactly what I'd have done. So, she goes in the bathroom to pee... looks up and THERE'S THE PEEPER. How absolutely insane is that? She's shaking and spastic on the phone with the police. So, we calm her down, get her to call her husband... and then the police get there. With dogs. While they have the dogs in the back getting the guy's scent, they also have patrol cars driving around. One of them stops a guy who happened to be on their "short list" of suspects. While they're standing there talking to the guy the dog runs up. It had tracked him to where he stood with the police. Oops, right? Heh. Anyway, he went in voluntarily for questioning and then eventually confessed. They didn't arrest him yet... they're matching his DNA with some DNA evidence they found behind our place. And it's not the DNA evidence you're thinking of... they actually found FECES back there, people. Needless to say, Mike and I are relieved. We can open up that back window in the summer again without fear of some crazy guy peering in our windows.
