Lydia and I went to the cabin early so we could paint. Last weekend when we were there, I noticed a key on the counter. I made mental note to check where that went and proceeded to forget all about until I was getting ready to leave yesterday.
On my way out the door, I made sure to grab the garage door opener, “just in case that key was for the front door.” Lydia and I arrived and I pushed the opener and we went in the garage to find the door between the house and garage locked. Ummm…that’s a problem.
Back to find the spare key, we realized that it was the one sitting on the counter.
Bummer.
We looked for an unlocked window.
We called Carl and a locksmith.
We then got the ladder out to see if any of the upper windows were open.
One.
One was unlocked.
We didn’t have a screw driver only a paint can opener. All the tools are in the house.
It was so difficult to pry even a little bit. I then realized I would be able to pop the screen because that too has little locks.
Lydia went up to inspect. “Mom, if we have a safety pin, I think I can squeeze my arm in and get the screen off.
Sure enough…she did it!!!
She successfully broke into the cabin.
I love that girl.
Now to go and buy a keyless entry deadbolt. 
