And then there was the drive home. Right after the cheer competition was over, we grabbed some lunch and ran into another cheer parent who, in parting, said, "Hey...watch out for the weather...I hear there may be some storms."
Yeah, Buddy, there were some storms. We got about 30 minutes North of Auburn when THE. BOTTOM. FELL. OUT. We were caught in a torrential downpour...and the wind was blowing like crazy. We were practically crawling along...we were actually in a residential area of Lafayatte, AL. The main road (Hwy 431) cuts through downtown and then through a beautiful, oak and elm-lined area that reminds me very much of a small scale Garden District in New Orleans with the grand old houses and the huge trees that canopy the streets. I usually really enjoy that part of the trip.
This time however, it felt like we were in the middle of a hurricane...but honestly, there was nowhere to stop...and then we realized we were in the middle of a SHARKNADO! as a ginormous great white shark fell out of the sky and attacked our van:
A little further down the road, we stopped at a Burger King to take a full assessment (and pee) and discovered part of the big-ass limb still lodged in the luggage rack on top of the car:
So I guess we were almost killed by an elm...not a shark after all. I'm still telling folks it was the Sharknado, though.