The other day I was dropping one of the kids off at school, waiting in that slow creeping line of cars and I heard a sound that put my teeth on edge and goose to my flesh. I looked for it and pinpointed it as coming from the palms. The wind had gusted and it was that sound of the fronts in the wind, so much like they sounded during Charley, Frances and Jeanne. The ants are rising and moving in to the house again, finding them trailing along the walls in search of places ot hide. All I can say is "oh no".
This is "hurricane shock" a type of post traumatic stress thing, right?????????????