The doorbell upstairs rings but I don’t go to answer it. I hear the door open. I look up the stairs and see a boy in our house. I go up the stairs and confront him. He has something in his mouth and in his hand. I ask him his name but he won’t tell me. I won’t let him leave and get very angry with him. I finally let him go and watch to see which house he goes into. Then I go to the house and tell his mother what has happened.