Squatters Paradise

You know all that brouhaha (?) over the home invasions on the West Island? I admit that when I first moved out there I was a little scared that the dude was going to come in through a window and rob me at gun point. Needless to say that when I moved in all the windows were locked at night, even the bedroom ones and let me tell you, I like to sleep with a window open so it must have been something that worried me. Anyhoo, the point of this story is that it occurred to me while walking to the train about a week ago that compared to all the other houses on my street, my house is pretty much the last house a home invader would choose. I mean really, the place is old and needs renovations to bring it into the 21st century. As my mother tells me “There’s nothing to fear from the home invader… You really should worry about squatters.” Heh. It may sound crazy but it made me feel better and I now can allow myself a partially opened window when I sleep.