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Near Misses

Red Room’s Creative Challenge for this week is to blog about how a natural disaster affected my life. I wasn’t going to enter—but changed my mind because I haven’t been greatly affected by a natural disaster. I thank God, Yahweh, Allah, The Universe, serendipity or whatever for not having a disastrous disaster tale to tell.

My family and I have lived through a series of near misses: ice storms, blizzards, straight line winds, tornadoes and hurricanes. I haven’t lost a car, home or pet, although we nearly lost my brother, Brad when a tornado sucked him through the windshield of his tractor trailer in 1986.

The wind was rocking his truck when Brad pulled off into the emergency lane. The last thing he remembers is looping his arm through the steering wheel. He came to in a farmer’s field two hundred yards from the truck. All he had on were his jeans and one sock and shoe. The trailer on his truck was upside down, a hundred yards in the opposite direction. Of course he was in Kansas—the best place to ride a tornado.
Tornadoes are the highest occurring, serious weather threat in Missouri. The season officially starts in March and ends in October but they can strike year round.  Easter weekend, 1997 an F3 tornado touched down a hundred and fifty yards from our front door.  It danced across the lake, sinking boats, breaking dock moorings and tossing sailboats like pinwheels across the water.

RJ, the kids and I slept through the tornado sirens.  We woke up to a beautiful spring morning. I went outside and for a few seconds couldn’t fathom why there was never-before-seen lawn furniture, lumber and a dog kennel in my front yard.
I haven’t slept through a tornado siren since that Easter. I hear too much now—wake up when it thunders, when the coyotes howl, when a branch snaps and my neighbor’s alarm clock goes off. The one thing that doesn’t wake me up is the armadillo walking through my garden.

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That armadillo learned to tiptoe through your tulips and other plants. He could probably write a disaster blog about all the threats and dangers at the Jacobs' house.

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Sue, You're very funny, Sue.


You're very funny, Sue. I never thought about the armadillo's point of view. We think we're a threat but I don't know if he thinks we're a threat.

A critter did some damage in my radish bed this morning. Yesterday it was the lettuce and broccoli bed. The 2011 woman vs. wild season has officially started.