I was getting ready to finish my day and close up the office when the phone rang this afternoon. It was my next-door neighbor.

"Sol...ummm...there was just a tornado that came through here, and it knocked a whole bunch of trees over [it had barely rained where I was two towns over]...don't worry, your house is fine, but your rabbit-hutch got knocked over and the rabbits got out. I put it back up and I found the big gray rabbit, but I can't find the white one...sorry."

Holy crap. This is eastern Massachusetts FFS! A tornado?!

So I close up shop and start my drive and I'm thinking I'm going to be calling my wife later -- she's away in Japan visiting family -- and tell her, "Well...I have good news, and I have bad news. The good news is that the house is fine. The bad news is that Pooh-chan got carried away by a tornado."

I can't wait.

So I get home and it's unreal. There's no problem anywhere, but in all the backyards on our side of the street there are trees down all over the place. The grass is matted down all in one direction and there are leaves and vegetation plastered all over one side of all the houses, cars and fences where the wind pushed it. Absolutely bizarre.

There was good news, though. Rabbit inventory. One big gray (tramatized and wet) in the hutch:

And there, cowering nearby under a tree, is Pooh:

After a little run-around through the trees, she was recovered, safe and sound.

Still, I friggin' tornado?