The facts that I can live without it and that they might have, even momentarily, benefited from it in a way that I might not, have occasionally caused me to recalculate my values. We do unto our fellows in secret sometimes, eh? Secret even to ourselves until after the deed. Fascinating.

It stinks to have someone invade your space and take your stuff. But man, they were like freezin’, man. At least there were no corpses to deal with.

This is the kind of unintended consequence that I like to see. At little cost to one, another finds great value and fesses up, too. Seems like some kind of innate justice to me.

Do check the locks.