Last night we had some serious storms in our area. I've grown up around thunder storms & tornadoes & accept them as part of life. There is a storm cellar on the property but I've never used it & didn't last night. I am of the mind, that if a tornado is going to get you, it's going to get you. That probably sounds a bit cavalier to some, but not to me. Most cellars are barely 6 feet in the ground & the tops of them are usually above ground. If a tornado comes near, it can dig through that little bit of dirt.
My roomie's sister-in-law is also an Okie & one would think she could handle a storm, but that is not the case. So my roomie's brother, his wife, two kids & a friends of theirs ducked down into the dark, wet pit called the cellar. There storm warnings lasted quite some time & during which there was a pause in the storm activity. They scurried up out of the hole to go to the bathroom & get a drink, before returning back down to the recesses of the earth. They reminded me of those crabs that live on the beach & have to get all their scavenging done before the tide returns. Then again it was sort of like some form of undead rising from it's crypt, seeking sustenance & then return to the depths from which it came.
Storm cellars are nasty places. They are often ankle-deep in water, have vermins & snakes.
All in all, unless I see the funnel of the tornado, there is little chance of me going down into a storm cellar. I hope all of you are fairing well & don't find yourselves in need of a storm shelter.
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