What next, locusts?
What a night.
Jack woke us up at 4 am because he couldn't find the dandy. Dave gives him the dandy, comes back to bed and goes back to snoring. I have a hard time falling asleep after Jack wakes me up in the middle of the night, so I lay awake tossing and turning.
I realize the birds are making a lot of noise, but can't make heads or tails of it in my zombie state.
In between sleep and awake, the bed starts shaking like crazy. I hear pottery clanging and the pictures on the walls rattling. It takes me a minute to get my head together and ask Dave what is happening.
"Earthquake," is his reply.
Earthquake? Crap. It's scary and seemingly going on forever and I cannot for the life of me remember what we are supposed to do.
Turn on the tv and wait for news. The last earthquake I can remember was when I was a small girl. I know this one was bigger than that, the shaking was pretty intense, and we have one of those latex mattresses, where Dave could jump and down on his side and my side wouldn't move.
5.2 on the Richter scale.
Pretty big, as I expected.
Spend the next 2 hours trying in vain to fall back asleep. Hope there are no aftershocks.
Make note to teach Jack earthquake safety, not just tornado safety.