A mate of mine's dad came home to find his house had been done over. He told the wife to wait in the car, lifted a snooker cue and then threw it down saying "Nah won't do enough damage" and grabbed a Butchers knife, one of the ones that's the size of your thigh. He walked round the house with that, and luckily for the bastard that robbed him he had long since scarpered or he would LITERALLY have been cut peices and never seen again. :?
Ohh and this guy is very high up in his local church! (Though he wasn't exactly an angel in his younger days)