One night I heard a sound outside my bedroom window at about 3-4:00 am. It sounded clearly like a person walking slowly through the deep dead leaves outside my house.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed my pistol and moved quietly to the window. The window was open a little bit so I crouched by the window and listened to the rustling move directly to the window. The sounds stopped directly outside my window and I threw open the window, prepared to blow the head off of some would-be break in artist. Instead I was face to face with a very drunk college girl with her pants down. She promptly starts wailing, begging "please don't watch me pee". I fell down laughing inside my house, closed and locked the window and went back to sleep.
Bloomington is like that.
You have a very drunk college girl with her pants down on your property and you go back to sleep?!