My Knight in Shining Armor

I have lived in my house with my husband for almost 2 years, and in those 2 years I have been Mrs.. Scaredy Cat when it comes my imaginations of someone trying to break into my home.  If I try to go to sleep without the TV on, I hear all kinds of noises that sound like murderers, robbers, and thugs.  I go to the bathroom window and check to see if anyone is in our driveway a couple times a night.  My husband, on the other hand, is not scared to go to sleep at night.  The noises never bother him unless I wake him up because I heard a noise.

~~Flashback time~~

A few months before I moved into the house, someone came by and kicked in the front door.  My husband had a security system but it was not linked to the police.  As soon as these punks heard the alarm they left.  So I figure they were school kids or stupid construction workers.  These people have never been caught to our knowledge. 

So my husband installed security cameras, and linked the alarm to the police.

~~Flashback over~~

So basically we live at Fort Knox, and since I have lived there we have not had any problems. until last week. 

Last Saturday night, my hubby and I were going to bed around 10:00.  We are both awake watching college football.  All our lights are out except for the TV. 

My hubby hears a noise(which I don't hear surprisingly), and goes to the bathroom to look out the window.   He says that there is a car in our driveway.  I start to freak out, because we don't get visitors especially at 10:00 at night.  My husband grabs the gun and I watch from the front window. 

All the sudden from the window I see this guy walking(YES, walking) back to his car.  I see my husband running out the front door yelling at the punk to get @#&!@ out of the yard.  My husband fires a warning shot.  The guy jumps in his car, while my husband is firing another warning shot.  The car reverses all the way out of our driveway and down the street so we don't see his license number.   I am pretty sure that punk peed his pants.

Now I am freaking out, and I can't go outside because I have my on my nightgown.  I don't know what to do whether I should call the cops.  My husband finally comes back in, and he is pretty shaken up.  He has never had to fire the gun in that circumstances.  We go down to look at the security tape, and see this punk going through my husbands truck looking for something to steal.  The punk tries my car but its locked.  Its too dark to see anything on the camera other than the punk going through the truck.  We don't think he found anything to steal in the truck.

But  we were pretty shaken up that night, so we went to sleep at his mothers, plus I was worried that guy would come back.

Since that day my husband is the one hearing the noises and getting freaked out. I am now sleeping like a baby, because I saw how my husband protected this house.  I know that no one is getting into our house without a fight.  He is my knight in shining armor.

What is this? House week?