Ah, beloved Indiana. A place where if you break into a 20 year old woman’s home after 9pm, she’s free to blast you into the afterlife. Found on Indystar.com; it’s also over at Kim du Toit.
The point is that this is the sort behavior (not the B&E) that makes me proud of my little adopted home state. The odds that she’ll be charged with a crime are insignificant.
The moral of the story? Indianapolis isn’t the place to sharpen your burgeoning skills as a break-in artist. You might end up with a belly full of lead.