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When I tell this story to people, I am often surprised by the reactions I get as to how I handled it.
Perfectly normal people have told me that they would have let the dogs sort him out, or beat him up, or tried harder to get the police involved. Everyone seems angry I gave him a silly old Indiana Jones hat.
Over the years I have become pretty good at assessing threats, and he didn't strike me as being a serious one. He was just as shocked as I was to find someone in the house. Although he was a pretty big guy, I am a lot bigger, and along with my 2 dogs, the only way he could have been more surprised when he opened the door from my basement was if Chuck Norris had been standing there with a flaming chainsaw.
He smelled bad and was wearing filthy clothes. The items he was trying to take were some old clothes and a back pack. Nothing of real value. To get him away from my dogs, I put him in an arm bar and dragged him down the steps to the lower level of my house. I could feel that he was not strong and had very little muscle mass. I thought about whether he had a knife on him, so I watched his hands closely. I made him sit down on the ground while I called the police. I am sure he could tell that I couldn't speak French, but he was babbling on incessantly the whole time. My guess was that he was not all there.
When I called the police and found that they didn't speak English, I tried giving them my address, but they wanted to know why. I used words like Thief, Burglar, etc. in hopes that they may have heard these words somewhere in their training, but they seemed to have a mocking tone in their voice, and eventually hung up on me. My guest was watching and he could tell that I was getting nowhere. I remember him smiling, and not in a friendly way, and reaching for my cell phone. I was getting frustrated, but resisted the urge to knock the smile off of his face.
The longer he stayed, the less advantage I had in the situation. With no better solutions available, I decided to let him go. He kept reaching for the hat while I was on the phone, so I gave it to him as I pushed him out the door. For some reason I wasn't mad at him. I was mad at the police for not understanding me which is a bit irrational as this is their country. Try reporting a crime while speaking French in America and you are likely to get the same response that I received.