A large storm system moved into our area tonight. About 11:45PM a huge crack of thunder shook the house. It was loud enough that it scared pog awake, and both Minion and Jack Jack–who had been fighting–shot straight into the ferret tower, to immediately pop their heads out of different holes to figure out what made the noise. Ysabell was unruffled. She reminds me of my favorite Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Series quote about the character Granny Weatherwax:

 She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.