It was a dark and stormy night (literally. It was 12:30 a.m. and raining) and a peal of thunder tore through the sky. But something was wrong. This didn’t sound like normal thunder. The rumbling was off. It went on too long. It shook my entire house. Now, Florida isn’t exactly known for earthquakes, so my first thought was “Oh, $h!t. The Tree.”

The Tree. The evil, sick, threatening thing that is too expensive to get rid of and too dangerous to leave in. I run downstairs, open the back door, and see nothing but leaves.

And, to make everything even better, 95.8% of the damage was to my neighbor’s yard and house, not mine. Greeeeeat. I can already tell that this is going to be a fun week.

And I know this has nothing to do with writing, but it was such a freak occurrence really felt I had to share.