Heh, different folks living in different locations sure have different notions of the need for security.
My parents, to this day, don’t lock their doors during the day if they are at home. I usually do, but not always.
On the other hand, my parents go through elaborate precautions to hide stuff at the family cabin, like the generator and the chainsaw.
Yeah, but the OP seems to have these types of experiences quite frequently.
Wherever you go, there you are.
He must have multiple panic buttons - it seems weird that if there was only one you would put it in the basement.
I suppose multiple buttons make sense if you panic a lot.
Certainly people have to choose for themselves how to address such things. For instance, there’s lots of stuff out there that can make you sick. Going about in a plastic bubble or being a recluse would be possible methods to prevent undesirable outcomes.
That was kind of my feeling. ducati, I’ll criticize you for something else: you’ve got a tin ear for dialog.
I mean, I wouldn’t stake my life on it, because maybe your daughter is the one who watches tawdry action potboilers, not you; but that’s not how people speak. I hang out with a crapton of kids playing around, and I hear them shrieking and get told “Save me!” “Help!” and all kinds of stuff on a daily basis as part of their play. But your quote? Nope, that’s not how kids talk, in my experience.
If you prove me wrong (say, by posting that digitalized video, or at least the sound bite from the part you claim), I’ll eat crow, and I’ll downgrade my comment to considering you a poster child for gun control, which was my first thought anyway, you double agent you :).
Common alarm set-up … the stay-in setting monitors perimeter(door and windows,etc.) not motion sensors.
I’m wondering where people live where “Don’t let them take me” is something the kids around there would never say.
Ahhhha, that’s funny.
He was in there but was dead of an OD, my BIL had to crawl in the window himself because both I and the other guy he had helping him refused to invade the home of an armed gun nut. The resolution kinda ruins my funny story about being asked to break into a drugged up gun nuts house.
(dude had a speargun and flaregun in the bedroom along with conventional firearms.)
Goddam that thing, it’s the reason I have sound near-permanently switched off on the laptop. Thankfully I’ve not had quite so bad a run in with it though 
I’d love to know the brand and model number of that picture frame, with non-shitty speakers of such volume and clarity as to be mistaken for actual people from across the house! Because I would buy one. 