A post in the stolen hand guns thread got me thinking too. Till this day I don't know why I didn't grab a gun. I was home at my parents house where I was living with my new wife until our house was done. I was home on RR from the slope. My wife didn't have a job yet I don't think. It was late morning, 11am or so. We were in our bedroom. I said, "I think I hear someone down stairs." She said something and then I said, "I can hear the kitchen being gone through." I didn't grab a gun. I went down the hall to the head of the stairs. I see a big fella in a white dress shirt bent over at the base of stairs near the front door. I could have easily put a shot through his back and out his chest. I instead just say, "Hey what the hell you doing." The guy stands up and says, "Whats your problem I am just getting some knives." I then said you, "You dumb ass I could have killed you." It was my little brother who was selling Cutco Knives at the time. He needed some junk knives to help sell his. So he comes over to my parents house. Comes through a front window and then proceeded to rummage through the kitchen. I said, "Why didn't you just ring the door bell?" "I don't know." Is all he said.