About a year ago, I was woken up in the middle of the night by a loud crash and breaking glass from the area of my front door. I'm new here and waiting on a gun permit, so at the time of the incident, as now, all I had to defend myself was a baseball bat.
I was sound asleep when it happened, so it took me a few seconds to process what was going on. Confusingly, my alarm did not go off, so I wondered if they came in through a window, and how they hadn't tripped a motion sensor. I sat frozen in terror (a BAD reflex!), and realized -- I didn't hear anything at all. If someone was creeping around downstairs, I would have heard them. I started to second-guess myself. Maybe I only dreamt that I heard glass breaking and a loud crash?
With the phone in one hand and a baseball bat in the other (not sure how I thought that was going to work if I actually needed to use either), I eventually crept down the hall and to the stairs. I saw nothing, and still heard nothing, so I kept slowly advancing.
I finally made my way to the kitchen, where I found... A glass flower vase where the wilting flowers had somehow caused the vase to tip over onto the tile floor, shattering the vase and making one hell of a mess of glass shards and water everywhere.
I realized that many of my instincts had been bad and I needed a plan. Had someone been in my house, I did pretty much everything wrong. But I was also glad, in hindsight, that I didn't call 911 over what turned out to be some flowers.