Karma Comes Calling

Our little neighborhood has recently been plagued by burglaries. Our little street alone has been burgled six times over the last six months with five of the intrusions in the last forty-five days or so. Practically all of my neighbors have been broken into and I’ve lost a few valuables out of my truck. While most of the incidences have been auto break-ins, they are also going into peoples houses while they are sleeping. For all intents and purposes, we have become a supermarket for the local reprobates.
I’ve been too preoccupied with my deconstructed spinal column and pressing work issues to do anything about it, until now. I build gadgets for fun and retribution and I’m working on a surprise for our local shoppers, nothing violent or dangerous, just effective. Considering I haven’t lived an overly virtuous life, I’m not getting too indignant over the whole thing. Even so, it’s my damn stuff and they can’t have it.