The story of our home invasion (and my worst nightmare)

Plus: things that made me chuckle this week

At 11:21pm on Saturday, an intruder entered our AirBnb in Vietnam. I woke up to the unmistakable sound of someone shuffling around in our kitchen. My partner, Uri, often comes to bed later than me, but he was right next to me in bed, and he too had just woken up from the noise. 

“Do you hear that?” I whispered, my heart pounding out of my chest.

“Yea,” he…