May the fourth be with you!
Stainless steel rat, the cats do well with thunder, until it is directly over head, then they startle. Fun fact cat purr and thunder rumble have a similar hertz range. Hhhhmmm, now that has me wondering if that is why it bothers dogs so much…big scary cat sound.
At 10 storys up I’m more concerned with a stray bit of lightening coming in the window. Spooky lightening stories now.
Before my mother was married, she was looking out the window at a storm, and a wisp of lightening went past her. It wasn’t the main strike, that was yards away, just a small branch off the main strike. She felt the heat as it went by. When she would tell the story it was more a sense of wonder than fright.
Years later and around 9 year me.
My mother cleaned the dining room chandelier one year, it had a 3 way bulb in it. It wasn’t crystal, it was 60’s milk glass. She took it apart washed the glass bits and put it back together. The light did not work. Could not get it to turn on. Called my electrician uncle, he could not get it to work. Everything was fine, the bulb would not light. My uncle, father, and another uncle were frustrated and would try various things throughout a few years, nothing worked.
Then one Saturday afternoon there was a pop up thunderstorm. Mum was in the kitchen, dad and I were in the living room. Big crack overhead, and bright flash in the room. A wisp of lightning came in the dining room window and hit the chandelier. the chandelier went swinging and the light went on! I saw the strike, my dad had his back to it, my mum came around the kitchen wall. I had made a yelp and was pointing at the light. Electrician uncle (row homes, he was 3 doors away) was summoned. Other uncle was just over the city border and was called after the storm ( don’t use phones during storms!). Electrician uncle was amazed nothing melted. The light worked perfectly after that.
My father told me a not happy lightening story about how a lightening strike that set his bedroom on fire as a young child. He grew up in Nebraska. Storms are way scarier there. He wasn’t in the room because they were in the storm cellar.
Due to Dad’s and mum’s story and later the dining room incident, I have a very healthy “thing” about windows and storms. Koritza likes watching storms at the windows. We have words about her doing this.
The boo-boo is getting better, it is not red, hot, and angry. I get infections at the first drop of blood. The foot doctor had given me a wound care gel when I had the foot injury. It has worked well on the boo-boo. It looks lots better today. Pink instead of red, and normal temperature, not as owie today.