Garbage Man

I have SO much to catch up on but I wanted to get this posted before I forget the details.

So Tuesday night Terry and I arrived home late after dropping the kids off at Nana and Papas. We were headed to the temple early so they got to have a sleepover.
We parked the car, came inside and started "buttoning up the house" for the night. I changed into my jammies as soon as we walked through the door. Terry loaded the last few dishes, I straightend the front room. Then Terry gathered the trash and took it out.
As he walked toward the garbages, which are just past the car port, he could see the drivers side door of his car swinging open and shut.
He was confused until he walked around the back of the car and saw some guys rear end hanging out of the car.
Terry threw the trash bag and screamed, like truly SCREAMED, "HEY MAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CAR?!"
At which point he grabbed the guy from behind, who was making a desperate attempt to back out of the car. Terry got a hold of one of his hands and started pulling his bag off his other hand.
Terry was able to take him to the ground pretty quickly. The guy was on his somach and struggling really hard. He managed to reach in his pants pocket and get his keys in between his fingers. Some how he flipped over and took a swing at Terry.
Luckily, Terry has reflexes like a ninja and grabbed the guys fist before it conncted. They rolled around and the ground until Terry could get him in a cross chest choke hold (apperantly that is a hold). The guy continued to struggle, but Terry is, of course, Superman so the guy didn't have a prayer of getting away. Every time he struggled Terry just put a little more pressure on him and he freaked out because, "I can't breathe man! Ease up, Ease up!"
They were both yelling at each other.
The thug kept saying things like, He couldn't go to jail. He had a warrent. He had a daughter.
Terry was saying things like, You're are lucky I didn't have my gun, cuz you'd be dead right now! Get a job! Be a better example to your daughter! We don't need people like you in our community! Jail is exactly where you are going tonight! I don't care! Stop moving then you will be able to breathe! No I'm not going to ease up! Stop moving or I am going to break you in half brother!
Chance (our dog) ran out when I opened the door so Terry was yelling at Chance to bite him. That scared the guy pretty good, cuz here comes this GIANT black dog! As soon as the guy saw him he started screaming "NOOO, NOOO, NO MAN!"
Of course Chance was completely useless. Ran around the guy a few times, sniffed his face, then ran down to the neighbors house.
I flung the door open just after the initial screaming and saw Terry and this guy in a full on brawl. Terry slamming the guy against the car and throwing this bag the guy had. Terry screamed "Call the police" at which point I un-froze from my spot in the door and ran back inside grabbed the phone and called 911 (something I have done far too many times in my life) and put some pants on (because my jammies don't consist of pants usually).
Of course the dispatcher wanted to know what my emergency was? "Some guy is attacking my husband outside our house!"
I ran back outside to gather as many details as possible. Honestly I was FREAKING out! Does he have a weapon? Is he going to get away from Terry? What does he look like (my answer to this was, "He has on some pants and these shoes!" yup that is exactly what I said to the lady, stellar crime detailer here!) I told the lady on the phone I was going to get Terry at bat, NO I can't do that. Well I am getting tape cuz I'm going to tape his feet (I had tape in my hand and was headed toward the guy at this point) NO I can't do that. My neighbor came over with a bat and kept yelling at Terry, "Don't you let him up cuz I'm gonna beat his (you know what)!
It only took the police about 7 minutes to get there. They ran up to the pile of Terry and the guy and told the guy, "I have a tazer on you! If you try to run, you WILL get tazed!" Terry was able to get up and the police put cuffs on the guy.
Once Terry got up I could see his head was bleeding, so were his hands. Just a few asphalt wounds.
The police emptied the guys bag and found a few things he had stuffed in there from Terry's car, drugs, and about 8 sets of car keys. One set was in the ignition of Terry's car. The guy had managed to pop off the cover of the air bag and the over head lights before Terry got to him. Terry's computer bag was still in the car with his Mac and i-pad in it. That is what the guy was going through when Terry grabbed him.
The police asked us if we were pressing charges . . . Of course we were!!!
In the end the guy got 4 felonies and a pretty good whoopin'
Terry got a few bumps and bruises too . . .

The police had to take pictures of all his wounds. And I will have to say when Terry took his shirt off so they could photograph his cuts and brusies my first thought was, "Wow! He looks GOOD! How many random thug catchers take their shirts off and look that good for a police crime photo?!" I was proud! There is something super HOT about seeing your hubby totally dominate a bad guy!
The kids of course, weren't home so we've recounted it for them about a hundred times because they want to hear every detail over and over. And they have told their friends about a hundred times too. The boys think Terry is a hero and a serious stud (they are right!)
In all it ended well. Terry took care of a little more trash then he originally had anticipated that night. We feel SO blessed he wasn't seriously hurt! Angels were with him for sure!
 And I learned a very valuable lesson as well . . .
ALWAYS when changing into pajamas at night, make sure they are cute! Because you never know when you will have to parade around in front of neighbors, policemen, or thugs in those pajamas!
p.s. Were my jammies cute that night? No . . . no they were not!    Lesson Learned!!!