Not paying attention, apparently.

Yesterday we had an actual storm here. Guess who didn't notice anything!
The police had told people to stay indoors because of flying roof tiles and falling trees, but yours truly went to work as normal. And on my way home I suddenly noticed broken flagpoles and trees and trash everywhere. How did that happen? I mean, it was a bit windy, but falling trees? Huh?

When re-potting a green plant thingy yesterday, I suddenly had a writhing, wriggeling slimy worm in front of me. Ick! I'm not usually the hysterical type, but the primal instincts kicked in and I squealed like a little girl. Love had to remove it and flush it down the toilet before I could calm down. Geez... what would I have done without him?