and while I'm at it, I'll share a story of my own...
While I've never had any issues with the house itself, several years ago I had my bike (a 2004 Suzuki GSX-R 1k) stolen out of my garage in the middle of the night. While I had a full security system in my home, it was never extended to the garage. The bike itself had one (proximity and motion), but go figure, it was winterized and I had pulled the battery out to put on the trickle charger, so no alarm!
After that happened I immediately extended my alarm out to the garage and installed two motion sensors covering it.
Now in all the years I had owned this alarm, it NEVER false alarmed... It just didn't happen... Not once had it EVER gone off without some reason.
So it's about 2:30am with everyone sound asleep when DURRRRRRR! DURRRRRRRRRR!! DURRRRRRRRR! DURRRRRRRRRR! the alarm starts going off. Before I ever even had a chance to wake up, my "action plan" had already taken full effect. I had already popped out of bed, opened the pistol safe (electronic) and had my M&P 9 in my hand. According to my wife, I was up and armed BEFORE the soundwaves ever had a chance to reach the rear wall of the room.
I cleared the hall and made a beeline for my sons room. Everything was secure there. I ushered my wife into his room and began to sweep the rest of the house. When I finally made it through I found absolutely nothing... Even stranger, no doors or windows open, or anything that indicated why the alarm had went off...
Then I guess I was just starting to come to full awareness when it hit me! THE GARAGE!!!!
Out the back door I flew making a quick sweep of the back yard, then into the side door of the garage.
I do a quick sweep and don't see or hear anything.... Just as I'm about to turn and walk back out, I hear a small rustling back in the corner behind my boat!
As if the adrenaline wasn't already flowing like the BP oil spill, I got a fresh dump and I figured my neighbors would have already reported gunshots just from hearing my heart beat and mistaking it for shots!
I work around the corner of the boat... and WHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HE LUNGES FOR ME!!!
So here I am, pistol up in my sight line, showing proper trigger discipline with him now flying through the air directly toward me... Time slowed down and everything just started to fall into place... I realized I had no way out, it was too late to attempt to flee. I had resolved to take a shot... I had him in my sights, front post on... My trigger finger dropped down onto the trigger and had just BARELY started to move when....
WAIT!!!! "are you serious?"?!?!!? HOLY MARY MOTHER OF.....
That's the cat!!!! Who had apparently decided to crawl up on some storage bins and curl up for a nice nap while I was in there working on the boat. After which I shut the garage up and left him there... Around 2:30am I suppose the nap was over and he decided to move around a bit.. which the motion sensors promptly picked up...
I learned 3 things that night...
1) Adrenaline is some WICKED stuff... Clark Kent wasn't from another planet... He just learned how to release adrenaline...
2) Never EVER shut up an open garage without first checking and making sure no animals are in there... At least when you have motion sensors installed....
3) Without proper trigger discipline, there would be one less cat in this world. I have no doubt that the extra time needed to move my trigger finger down was the time needed for me to recognize the target and act to stop it. If I had already been on the trigger I have NO DOUBT the pull would have been completed before that recognition took place.
Ohh, actually I learned 4 things... 4) Adrenaline is some WICKED stuff... and after an event like this, don't even THINK of trying to get any sleep for the rest of the night... It's NOT going to happen... You might as well go run, work out, lift some weights, lift some cars, stop some speeding trains and perhaps leap over some tall buildings, because you sure as hell won't be sleeping...