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To: Rambi who wrote (31731)	7/13/1999 11:18:00 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

We get some great thunderstorms here too... eastern Ontario...and yes, I find them exciting... Who needs fireworks when you can turn off all of the lights and watch great chains of lightning forking across the night sky? They always seem quite spectacular when you see them coming from miles away. However, I have learned that others do not always share this view... A couple of times we've had friends staying here at our farm while we've been away on a trip. Without fail, a big thunderstorm will inevitably pass through while we're away. We always return to find that our friends have been utterly terrorized by the lightning and thunder which they described as seeming like it was "attacking" our farmhouse. I guess we're just accustomed to it after so many years...(-: However, even we're not totally immune to the worst "blasts" of lightning. A few years ago, Mr. Croc and I were awakened by our husky dog... a true hater of storms who would scratch at a cupboard door until it opened enough that she could curl up in her improvised "den" beneath the clothes. That night, the storm seemed particularly violent, with bolts coming down fast and furious in every direction. All of a sudden there was a rather ear-splitting sound that could best be described as being made by the biggest piece of chalk in the universe scraping across a giant blackboard. This was almost instantaneously followed by a great flash of light and an explosive "BOOM" that just about blinded and deafened us as we sat up in bed. A moment later the smoke alarm which was screwed to the hall ceiling and plugged into a socket underneath, began to wail insanely. I still have a rather vivid (and hilarious) memory of Mr. Croc leaping from the bed to rip the shrieking smoke alarm from the ceiling. Its screaming could not be stifled or stopped, so Mr Croc, clad only in his birthday suit and silhouetted by more flashes of lightning, continued to leap and yank at the thing until it tore loose ....meanwhile, I am somewhat ashamed to admit, I was helplessly ROTFL while all of this took place..;-} Upon being torn from the ceiling, the smoke alarm finally ceased its incessant wailing, only to reveal that it was practically blasted to smithereens inside. At the end of the house nearest the electrical panel, a few of the wall sockets were blackened and the back of a sofa that was near a socket was singed. Fortunately the computer had been unplugged...always a precautionary measure taken on "bad storm nights". It turned out that the transformer in front of our place took a direct hit that night and we ended up getting a pretty big piece of the action... Ah..thunderstorms... gotta love 'em.. Croc...;-}>