He gets to be right every now and then.
More pie for me! 
We got lucky. Where we live and where the school is is on what passes for higher ground in Houston. And it turns out that as Harvey moved east and rotated, we just happened to wind up in the zone between the powerful outer band and the not so powerful inner one. We got rain but not torrential rain, and we never got super-high winds.
I’ve been helping folks in the back part of the subdivision, close to the bayou. Many houses with water in them and roads still closed. Folks put together home-made warning signs to keep people from driving into the high water. They also put together some other warning signs.
#HoustonStrong
Good on you, Clothy. And I’m glad that you, your family, your house, and your livelihood are all okay.
But you’re OK! That’s what matters. We can do with some happy news.
Glad you made it!
Hooray for a safe Kabong! Stinks to be locked out, though, I know how that is.
Fire ants and alligators - I wonder who’d win that battle of the pond?
Glad to hear y’all are okay. If the fire ants and the gators start battling for supremacy in your back yard, you gotta video it. My money is on the fire ants!
Hey, glad for ya Clothahump.
There’s a gas panic here in San Antonio, occurring as I type this.
Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve somehow made it through four major natural disasters without a penny of damage claims.
Johnstown ¶ flood, 1977 – Well, I was out of town at the time, with my car, but my second-floor apartment was undamaged.
Hurricane Floyd, 1999 – Third floor apartment in Pottstown, PA, no wind damage or flooding
Hurricane Ike, 2008 – Townhouse in North Houston suburbs, no wind damage or flooding
Hurricane Harvey, 2017 – as above.
I guess my luck’s due to run out one of these days.
Yeah, pecan pie would definitely hurt if thrown with great force. Now, if it were lobbed gently in smallish pieces, and aimed at my mouth…
I seem to recall that, in the Golden Days of Hollywood, art directors called for chocolate or blackberry cream pies when blondes were the target, and lemon meringue or coconut cream for brunettes. For the contrast.
On this I agree with Clothy. Always put your money on fire ants for the win. They are likely the most demonic insect on earth by size.
Kill them. Kill them all.
On the other hand, ants are socialist and individuals will sacrifice themselves for the colony.
Gators are only interested in their own needs.
I’ve got to go with the gators on this one. Try making a nice pair of boots out of fire ant skins.
It’s hard work, but it can be done.
See, now if only they could keep some of this water and pump it into a big lake or inland sea somewhere, they wouldn’t have water issues for decades to come!
My money’s still on Leiningen.
Those were only army ants. Buncha wimps.
Clothahump…Are you having a good time?
I survived also though it was extremely scary as I was a trapped in a the house with seven teenagers who had no ways of recharging their cell phones and only one Wii for amusement. Luckily we had some emergency DVD players and an ancient Playstation was found.
Wha? No, I’d much rather have the fire ants; those only sting out of anger, whereas the army ants actually consume your flesh for food.
And the fire ant raft only has a few thousand of the things, whereas the army ant march numbers in the trillions…