As I stood in the sunroom looking out the window, I thought I caught some movement in our backyard. I walked out onto the slate patio and peered into the dimly lit shrubbery when suddenly a figure dressed in black from head to toe emerged pointing a gun--at me! I immediately jerked both hands above my head. "Don't shoot! Please don't shoot," I croaked. I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears. Our son, Mike had come through the front door just...