Three weeks ago I was making dinner during a thunderstorm when the biggest BOOM you can imagine occurred.
I peered out the back door (the direction of the sound)and saw a cloud of smoke or dust but nothing else remarkable.
I went to the front door, and a good thing too, as that is when I discovered the wire (cable wire I learned later) attached to our house aflame.
“I should do something about that,” I thought. I figured if I tried to put it out I would electrocute myself. “Hmm, something attached to the the house on fire. I shoud probably GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!”
The baby was already attached to me in the baby sling. I called for the other boys (7 and 4) who had come briefly to investigate the noise but had quickly returned to whatever they’d been doing.
I got everybody in the van and drove to the corner where I could see the burning wire and called 911. After a (seeming) eternity the fire trucks arrived, to the great delight of my sons, and put out the wire. Then they went charging through the house to make sure no smoke was coming out of the outlets from fried wiring, etc.
My husband arrived home from work in the middle of all this, momentarily fearing one of the children had been hit by a car or something.
After the fire guys went home we poked around. We found broken bricks in the front of the house and charred chunks of bricks blown off the back of the house up to 40 feet away.
My husband went into the crawl space and found wires with the insulation burnt off and charring on the wood beams under the house.
but the worst, the very worst, was that tons of electronic equipment was fried including the DSL modem (and despite surge protectors) and it’s only now, three weeks later that I have been able to return to my beloved Dope. Whew!