Bugs himself actually appears to be taking it all in stride. This is a picture of him in mid-hunt; a fly-by of some ghastly Arkansas
dinosaur insect or other.
I was going to wait until tomorrow to write about how loony all this earthquake mess is, in this part of the country I ask you —
But we just felt another one a few minutes ago.
At the same time we are on tornado watch.
A friend asks: In an earthquake you’re supposed to go outside. In a tornado you’re supposed to find a closet. What happens when both are happening at the same time?
She answers her own question: Find an outhouse.
I have one handy. Just over yonder. But I’m not much thrilled with grabbing Bugs and hanging out there.