WHO DOES THAT?! & the dead bolt

After a wonderful weekend away I come home to an empty flower pot by my front door. Apparently while I was away someone thought that they would help themselves to my not yet planted Marigolds and sweet little white flowers that resemble baby's breathe and leave the pot that was supposed to be the described flower's new home by my front door. Okay, so first of all, Who does that? And second of all, Who does that?!?! I was floored. So if the flower thief would please come forward and reveal their stinky identity or return my beautiful flowers, it would be greatly appreciated and last of all, WHO DOES THAT!!!? Oh yeah and Oak locked me out of the house for ten minutes. She was able to unlock the bottom lock after much patience and coaxing but that damn dead bolt was just too damn stuck!!! Well, as I am typing this you can very well tell that I got back inside the house with the help of a kind neighbors words to the mentioned two year old who is to smart for her own good.