Only once in my 58 years did I feel compelled to arm myself while in my home. Renters had just moved to the neighborhood two doors down from me. Twenty-somethings that like to party (no problem with that). One night one of them was dropped off in front of my home at 2 am, and boy howdy was he drunk. He managed to get into my backyard, puke on the patio furniture, and then started banging on the glass arcadia door and yelling for someone to let him in. I awoke, peeked through the blinds, and saw someone I did not know trying to get into my home. I yelled that he was at the wrong house but he was so drunk that he could not hear or understand me. I did three things: Grab my phone and call 9-1-1, grab a flashlight, and arm myself with a 13-2 3" loaded with 135 grain .38+P Gold Dots. The police arrived quickly and the young man was safely escorted home. He never knew, and I never volunteered, that I was armed. Long story, sorry, but I was rattled and this was my response. My go-to house firearms are the 13-2 and 640-1 loaded with .38+P, and a HK USP .45 Compact loaded and chambered with .45+P.