Stupid, dirty criminals; alternately titled "They came in through the bathroom window;" or, hey, baby, nice scaffolding

So remember the scaffolding? The scaffolding that mostly sat unused beside my kitchen and bathroom windows for the past four months? The scaffolding from which people only rarely worked? Yesterday some enterprising thief used it to break into my apartment, steal my computer and camera, and leave through the front door.

I am supremely pissed. I can come up with no words, obscene or otherwise, to convey how angry I am at the landlord, the criminals, and the whole situation. However, I recognize that things could have been much, much worse, and since I wasn't home at the time of the burglary, my safety was never threatened, which is most important.

And they stole a digital camera without a USB cable (which they left, along with the printer, on my desk), and a computer so old the software can no longer be upgraded and the battery doesn't work and it'll only turn on when plugged in. So take that, stupid criminals. You just stole stuff you can't fence for drug money, BECAUSE IT'S NO GOOD TO ANYONE BUT ME.

They left dirt from their muddy boots in my bathtub, but the Crime Scene Investigator couldn't get prints from it. They left a wet, dirty rag in the middle of my new bamboo floor mat, but it can't be dusted for fingerprints. And they may have left a caramel candy in my bathtub, but that may also belong to the landlord, who was going to fix my bathroom window and pretend like nothing had happened, except that the theft prompted me to call the cops before he could begin a cover up.

So they ripped me off, forced me to show a cavalcade of cops, neighbors, and the CSI unit through my apartment, made me watch as my place was dusted for fingerprints, and then left me to clean up the mess. I'm out for vengeance. But first, I think I need a nap, because it's hard to sleep when all the lights and radio are on all night long, and my heart starts to pound at every creak of the building blowing in the wind.