At her house in Jozi, she had walls. Nine foot high walls, like these.
She had electric fencing on top of her walls. There was a generator on the property, to keep the electric fence going, even during rolling power black-outs.
She didn't have the spear-like pointy bits on her walls, but she often wished she did.
She had an automatic gate, that rolled open and quickly rolled shut. She always checked up and down the road, and in her rearview mirrors, to make sure she wasn't being followed. If another car was too close behind her, she'd go around the block and try another approach. She wasn't being paranoid -- she knew friends of friends who'd been shot and killed in their own driveways in hijackings gone wrong.
She had security cameras trained over the garden and gate. She had motion sensor lighting. She had an alarm system directly linked to a local listening station/armed response service.
After the robbery, security companies came and installed trellis slam-doors at the entrance to the master bedroom, so she and Mr D could lock themselves in at night. All the windows were treated with shatterproofing, so that attackers couldn't break the glass. expateek bought pepper spray and expandable batons for conking people on the head.
And all of that helped expateek feel a little bit safer, but not much.
So yesterday, expateek was horrified to discover that the new security system here, in Schaumburg, was malfunctioning.
The first part of the system worked.
But the second, more technical layer of security, was suddenly all gone wrong.
Because expateek had set down the security key, and it had disappeared!
Fortunately, the thing had just dropped down between the chair cushions.
Breathing a sigh of relief, expateek put the post in the hole.
And voilà, she could relax again.