I was afraid, for a horrible moment, that they'd grabbed the EL's gemstone collection, but fortunately it's in an unmarked box and they didn't. They took, it transpires, his drill and his heat gun, both of which he was planning to replace anyway.

The Hobbit is safe for the nonce, although the EL's idea of garage security until the door is replaced did involve supergluing the Hobbit to the doorstep. I dissuaded him from this solution by gently pointing out that most burglars are not seriously discommoded by orange felines patting their knees imploringly and going "prrrrrp!"