Beatrice is 89. More to the point, she stands a chance to become 90 and more because she had a .22 handgun at hand in the wee hours today when a thug smashed in her front door. She requested he desist. He came on in and she fired. From here on the report isn't quite complete, but somehow he was still standing on her front lawn, apparently stunned, when cops arrived. His affliction was pharmacological rather than ballistic. He's in jail, charged with burglary.
Well done, madam. Everybody misses once in a while, and sometimes it's the thought that counts -- as in the thought penetrating this thug's drug-fuddled skull that, holy crap, this woman ain't kidding and maybe I better exit her living room.
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