Discovering Dust Bunnies
October 17, 2010

I never thought to look under their beds.

More than 16 years muddling through the sometimes wild, always wondrous, most profound job of raising human beings, I’m fairly confident I know my girls pretty well. I know what is in their rooms, their drawers, their closets, their backpacks. I know their friends, their teachers, their passions, their strengths and their weaknesses. I think. I respect their privacy, but feel free to breach it every once in a while to make sure they are safe and happy.

But I never thought to look under their beds, until a few days ago, when we covered the case of 17-year old Jose Torres from Deerfield Beach.

Jose was showing his stash of weapons to his 12-year old friend Anthony Alejandro, when a bullet from the 9mm Ruger tore through Anthony’s face and spinal column. The detectives assigned to the case discovered Jose had an arsenal of guns, knives and exotic militaria, including a Beretta, a Tec-9 automatic, a shotgun, samurai swords and ninja throwing stars.

The boy’s parents say they never knew about the stash. Why? Because he kept it all under his bed!

My immediate reaction was probably the same as your’s: “How could his parents not know their son collected deadly weapons and kept them in his bedroom in their home”?

And that’s when I realized I had no idea what was under my daughters’ beds.

So, I got low… hands and knees… lifted the edge of the comforters. And was relieved to see …

Nothing. (Ok, a few dust balls. But small ones.)

So now I’m back to wondering how two people, two parents raising a son for 17 years in their home, could not know he had stashed enough weapons to stage a small-scale revolution.

Where did he get the money to buy them?

Who vacuums his room?