termites and trees

The joys of home ownership.

Easter Sunday. Doing laundry. Somewhere between my third and fourth loads the termites in the basement decided to swarm. Seriously, the swarmers were swarming. All these winged things sneaking out from under the fake wood paneling and climbing upward.

I started screaming. Warner ran down thinking I cut off an appendage or something. Jack started screaming and practically shoved his entire head through the cat door to keep his eyes on us (totally wish I had a picture of that).

Monday. The very next day. 50+ mile per hour straight line winds in the Atlanta area, shockingly without any sign of a tornado. Pink's fancy weather station registered 54 mph at our house. At lunch he suggested I go home and make sure a tree didn't fall on the house. Thankfully enough, not on the house, but still one huge pine and one oak bit it, suspended only by the other trees they blew into, ends completely uprooted.

Nothing money can't fix, right?