After a mild sunny day we spent most of the evening watching the TV meteorologists on most every channel with their radar displays and other visual aids showing where the dangerous storms were. They appeared to be on us and all around us but, luckily, they were just all around us. Got buckets of rain and lots of lightning, but not much wind or hail. The tornadoes went north and south of us. We did, however, at one point prepare the downstairs closet under the steps for hasty retreat, just in case. It was, I think, May 8 last year when the twister hit a few blocks away. Ahh, life in Tornado Alley! Such a thrill.
And then as I lay in bed reading at 1:00 a.m. there was a huge bang and the back yard lit up like a flare had gone off. That got the adrenalin going! Obviously a transformer, but not one affecting us, as our power was on. Looking out the window, I could see the pole next door, shooting fire and sparks into the air, and into the trees. Like one of those Fourth of July fountains, with roman candles in it. Kinda cool, actually, but obviously hazardous. So I called the police, and then went next door to see if anybody was home. They were, and had already called. Then the police roared up with lights flashing in front of our house, so I pointed them next door. Then the fire truck roared up with lights flashing in front of our house, and I pointed them next door. Then I went back to bed.