Yeah, for us, they just took the bin. We never have anything valuable in the bin itself. Although I nearly did have a case of empties I put down on the stoop taken while I stepped back in the house to get the other cases of empties. I literally left them there for less than a minute, and when I returned there was a guy about to take them. That was an awkward coverstation with a scruffy dude way too close to my front door.
Him: Oh sorry, can I have these.
Me: Well no, actually I was just about to take them to the vendor along with these ones. I just couldn't carry them all at once.
Him: Oh, can't I have them?
Me: No, like I said, I'm taking them to the vendor so I can afford my beer.
Him: Oh, okay.
The thing was, I had more cases in the house, but the guy skeeved me out so much I just decided to load what I had in the vehicle and get the rest later.
It was a year later when the air conditioner cover was stolen, and I remember telling my husband that now whoever stole our recycling bin had a fancy tablecloth for their recycling-bin-dinner-table.
In the first five years we lived here, my husband's truck got broken in to 10 times. We finally had the poor old truck towed way for scrap this month, so now we no longer have a break-in barometer for if things are the same, worse or better in the hood.