For a few years now, I’ve been mulling a question: should I have a baseball bat in my bedroom?
I often think about this late at night. By most standards, I live in a safe neighbourhood. Yet it seems these days there are few areas immune from break-and-enters. What if it happened in my home? What would I do? Confront the burglar in my pajamas shouting: “Get out, you rascal?” After he stopped laughing, he’d likely continue on his tour of the place to see what was worth stealing.
