Findlay had a little tornado drill on Saturday night.
Although, as it turns out, it wasn't exactly a drill.
At about 1:30 am the tornado warning sirens sounded in our neighborhood. There must be one right outside our bedroom window because there's not a chance in the world you could have slept through it! We hustled downstairs and turned on the TV to see that there were warnings all over the place and that Hancock County was in the path.
Ali started to get a little panicky. There were some tears (hers – she wanted us to get into the bathtub since we don't have a basement), tense words (mine – I didn't want to get in the tub) and after some negotiations, a settlement was reached.
We were dog sitting for the weekend and Poopie needed to take my spot in the tub. That's what I told Ali anyway.
Turns out that Ali is probably smarter than me. . .there was an F2 tornado in Hancock County. Quite a few houses around the area were destroyed and there were a few injuries. Thankfully, none were life threatening.
Next time we have a tornado drill we either need one less dog or a hell of a bigger tub!
3 comments:
We splet through the entire thing! Even the dogs didn't wake up. Should I call the city and have them relocate a siren to just outside our window?!?
hmm... I sat on the porch watching the whole thing...lol. The fat cat was watching me. Storms create a panic, or an awesome wonder at the hand of a Creator.
Would that be the 25 pound fat cat?? Glad we're all ok!
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