My next door neighbor got screwed over by his wife--he didn't know anything until the Sheriff came and emptied their house between Christmas and New Years. (He's still with her!). Well, we all suspected she was also doing his best friend because the friend would show up during the day when my neighbor was at work, etc. etc. etc.
Before Christmas, Best Friend was making a wood jewelry box for The Wife, drinking beer, and ended up running his thumb through the circular saw, ripping it up too much to reattach.
Everyone on the street jumped in and moved all their furniture, toys, appliances, the Christmas tree, bikes, etc. etc. into our garages while The Neighbor tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Three weeks later, The Neighbor and The Best Friend showed up with a big U-Haul truck to collect all his stuff. While I was talking to The Neighbor in my shop, I noticed The Best Friend was looking at EVERYTHING in my shop. He'd stopped over for visits before, and had been in the shop, but this time I felt like he was taking an active inventory.
After Dumb and Dumber left, I immediately went to Home Depot and bought dead bolts for the doors on the house, the man-door on the shop, and the shop's back door: Because of the slope of the lot, the front of the building is ground level, the back is about 3 feet in the air. I put a door back there in the middle of the wall as a fire exit, but no stairs or anything. What's really nice is without the steps, there's no way the door can be forced or kicked in, since the floor is chest-height.
After I put on the deadbolts, I hung a hand-written sign that said "What? You thought I'd make it easy for you, you 9-fingered Mother F*****? Besides the deadbolts on all the doors, I also have video cameras hidden in the eves. SMILE! You're on camera!" The ONLY way someone could read that sign is if they were behind my shop, standing in front of the door, which would not be easy with everything I have stashed back there.
I never thought about it again.
A year and a half later, Boy Wonder and I are out and bump into The Neighbor and The Best Friend. I make small talk with The Neighbor (our kids are in the same classes, on sports together, etc), and we part company. As we're walking to the truck, Boy Wonder says "MAN! The Best Friend REALLY hates you!" What? Why do you say that? "Didn't you see him glaring at you?" No. "He was looking at you and just had hate on his face."
Then I remembered that I hung that sign behind the shop... The only thing I can think is that he must have read that sign, because we'd always been cordial before.
You need to call the cops and give them a list of WHO was on your property the last few days--it could easily be one guy doing a rash of burglaries, getting entry and casing the joint by offering garage door service, etc.
I had a 24-foot aluminum ladder stolen by a guy who washed my house. Only visible in the back yard, and it was the only thing taken.
-Brad