Hit the deck! Man the guns! All hands stand by to repel boarders!
I live half a mile from the nearest house, at the end of ¾ mile of steep dirt drive, four wheel drive only when it’s wet, so anyone visiting does so deliberately. A couple months ago, a little before 3am, I awoke to realize I was not alone in the house. The assumption was that only bad guys would enter without knocking or otherwise announcing themselves. Benefiting from a full adrenaline dump, I set out to clear the house.
OH, Grunt!
Apparently, in coming home late and tired, I had not only failed to bolt the door, I also failed to fully latch it. When the rain started, the neighbor’s goats, which occasionally wander onto my land, took shelter by crowding onto my porch. Eventually there was enough crowding to drive the goat in the rear to press against the door, opening it. Well, an open porch not fully protected from wind and rain is not nearly as goat friendly as a warm house. Luckily, I cleared’em out before they relieved themselves or discovered the comforts of the leather sofa. The house did, however, smell of wet goat for the next few days and I got no more sleep that night.