I was talking to a guy in the pub the other day who had just returned from court.
He was up on a motoring charge and his case had taken all day. While waiting he got talking to one of the other defendants, who revealed himself to be a serial burglar.
The burglar told this guy that he had been breaking into houses for years but it wasn't the money or the other things he stole that he enjoyed, it was the kick of being in someone else's home, rooting through their possessions.
The biggest thrill he gets apparently is when he is caught red-handed by the home-owner and has to make a bolt for the door.
But nothing like the thrill this scumbag's victims would have if they had a baseball bat in their hands when they found him in their lounge in the middle of the night.