I bought this iconic sign to screw to the back of my house.  I want to scare potential burglars.  This, coupled with that Doberman digital barking motion detector, should be enough to thwart any would-be thieves from ransacking my place while I'm down swimming at the lake and eating ham sandwiches all afternoon.  If they disregard the sign, and get past my Doberman soundtrack, there is one last deterrent waiting for them.  I cut a hole in my living room floor with a reciprocating saw and put a rug over it.  The thief will fall directly into my cellar, where my free-roaming chimpanzees, Lola and Kerchieval, will eat him over a bottle of California Merlot.