A couple of years ago my 87 year old grandma accosted a bloke who had propped a ladder up against her house and broken into one of the upstairs bedroom windows. She stood in the landing and shouted ‘you may as well come down, I know you’re up there’. As he came downstairs towards the front door apologising profusely and asking if he could just go she nicked him with a serrated bread knife.
She was so made up when he ran off and left his ladders. My dad uses them when he goes round in the summer to tidy up the apple trees.