Come Back with a Warrant

Early this morning I participated the execution of my first search warrant. Oh, the way some people live...

I've "sat" on a couple of houses while others are getting the warrant before, but they've never "needed" me to help search before. Not last night.

After about an hour of waiting, and having to almost choke-slam one person (just kidding), the crew arrived and said that I could come in too. As the junior officer, I was the lucky one to get to climb up the rickety attic stairs and then miss the stolen purse that was conveniently tucked up there amongst the hoards of crap. I was also the lucky one to get boosted up on the roof to look in the gutters. I'm still not convinced that I didn't hurt the guys that were boosting me. At least I took off my gun belt before the boosting began, making me about 25 lbs. lighter. On a more serious note, I was also the one to use my pocket knife to cut open a bean bag. I strategically placed it so it looks like no damage was done...good luck to whoever is the unsuspecting soul who sits down on it.

I now have to wash my hair thoroughly. After seeing the two cans of lice removal spray, my head itched the rest of the night. Good thing I rubbed my hair all over the headrest in the car I was driving. I like to share, what can I say!