We had some crazy storm roll in Friday night which put a damper on everyone's jonze for a fireworks display.
The storm came on with a vengeance and with little warning: one minute we were out back grilling at my brother-in-law's watching the kids in a water balloon fight (which escalated into a hose fight that I may have gotten the worst of) and then next minute we were dodging thunder clouds and lightning while trying to light off some fireworks.
I was determined to use up my left over bottle rockets from last year but the wind kept blowing out my lighter.
When I saw a bolt of lightning and heard the loud clap of thunder I threw in the towel and retreated to the comforts of their house.
The next day when we came home after spending night, we had no TV, no phone and no internet service.
Some of our tomato plants got whacked as well as sunflower or two by the storm.
And that's when my wife yelled, "Holy shit!"
As you can see by the looks of these pictures, it appears the tree house got hit by lightning when we were gone.
Check out the zipper-like strip that goes up the bark of the pine tree... or the hole in the roof... or the shredded plywood?
Fucking nuts, eh?