12:47 in the morning, Ryan climbed over my fence carrying a fruit picker and two buckets.
He stripped apples from the branches, shook the smaller limbs and climbed into the tree when some fruit would not come loose. Several branches snapped beneath his weight.
Then he carried the apples to my front garden and dumped them across the grass.
He made six trips.
During the final trip, he stopped directly in front of the hidden camera to catch his breath.
His face was perfectly visible.
I watched the video
