Courage, what is that?...

I have come to the realization that I am a huge "fraidy cat". I have no courage to speak of. Let me give you some background information and you will understand. About two months ago, Shane and I had some problems with someone trying to break into our house. They would unscrew our patio light in the morning, Shane and I would notice it in the evening and screw it back in, adn then we would repeat this scenario a couple of times. There is evidence in our door that suggests someone tried to kick it in, and one night Shane saw someone standing on our back patio porch looking into our window. Naturally things like this would make anyone's skin crawl, but I am particularly easy to scare and couldn't sleep normally for weeks after this. So here i am watching a movie that has some violence, that is more particularly famous in Hollywood but also known to happen in some places, with Shane. Well that's all fine and dandy, I can enjoy the movie and while watching it know that it is just a movie, but the minute Shane leafes for work I seem to freak out. I do have a dog, but let me just tell you how much my dog is a protector. He heard a noise last night coming from one of the neighboring four plexes and he whined and dug his nose under my arm and cuddled into me in the middle of the night. Some guard dog, he couldn't hurt a fly. So here I am, hearing all of these creepy middle of the night noises and seeing weird lights everywhere, and all I can do is pull my covers up over my head and breath heavy like some horror film and wait until I force myself to fall back asleep. Only imagine if I lived somewhere really dangerous. Wow! I wouldn't last a week.