Last night, I went to bed around 10 PM. Robert stayed up to watch some baseball. We had a few storms yesterday, and the weather was hot and humid. I was just about ready to fall asleep when my peaceful rest was assaulted by a sound like I’ve never heard before – was it thunder? Or was the roof caving in? Or was our overloaded bookshelf in the next room collapsing? I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, completely freaked out.

“I’m checking the weather” Robert said, thinking it was just thunder.

It wasn’t thunder.

“I think something fell on the roof”, I said. Our serene and calm bedroom is in the eave of the roof. I was petrified.

We went outside amidst the howling night winds, and came around to the back side of the house, where a new visitor had made a home on top of our fence – a large branch from our backyard maple tree had fallen down.

It fell from the top of the tree, hit the roof, rolled off, and landed on the fence. It narrowly missed the power lines, from both our house and the neighbors. It landed right in the middle.

Whew. That was scary. Now Robert will cut it apart into small pieces. I hope none of the squirrels got hurt in the long fall from the tree.

Before last night, I never even thought about things falling on the roof of our house. Now it’s all i can think about.