I don't lock my doors, and I'm in my state capital. But that's because everybody in my neighborhood calls me "The Crazy Bitch on the Corner".

This comes from many years of them watching me and my 6'4" 220lb. ex husband literally duke it out in the backyard, Springer Style, and people seeing me chase him with 1. A straight razor 2. An 8" chef's knife 3. A hatchet 4. An aluminum baseball bat 5. A framing hammer

And anything else I could get my hands on. Nobody comes near my house now.