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17 March 2006As I was walking out of our apartment to take out some of the (mountainous hordes of) trash, I felt a little sting on the back of my neck.
"Ouch! What the crap insect is out biting at this time of year?" I said aloud. Yes, I do speak to myself in poorly constructed sentences. But before this sentence had even fully exited my mouth, I knew the answer.
Hail started plummeting toward the earth, first in new-pea-sized stingers (what bit me). As I ran back toward the house (garbage still in hand), the hailstones grew larger and more painful. The last one that landed on my head (and got stuck in my hair) was about the size of a large kidney bean, or a marble.
Whoa, wasn't I just thinking about an hour ago about how warm and nice the weather was today? Now the sky is spitting gravel at me and thunder is rolling over the roof.
Forget the garbage. I'm making cocoa!
Andrew Seely, at 9:03 AM