Fracking folks. Yes. Fracking. I hate it. Here in Texas (especially north of here) they do a lot of it. Therefore the surrounding areas experience quite a few minor earthquakes all the time. Yesterday though, I FELT IT. Not that it scared me or anything. I didn’t even know what it was. I thought it was target practice at Ft Hood again, or a train coming. I mean really, Ft Hood tank target practice COMPLETELY pisses my house off, over and over again, and I live 30-40 miles from there. Winters, when it’s cold, are especially difficult when they start banging.
Went back to my movie and went on ahead with my usual evening activities – beer, beef, and boob tube. A little while later, I see on my local news channel’s FB page that there was a 4.0 at almost 6pm. Right about the time I heard some rumbles. Venus, TX is about 150+ miles from me. I guess because I attributed it to something so familiar, it didn’t even phase me. I did notice my dog get slightly jumpy, but he’s a mean old man and prone to bouts of asshattery anyway.
I did get a knock on my door about 7pm from a nice family who lives down the street from me. I know them all too well because they’re sweet little poochy boy is always escaping and running down to my house. Apparently he bolted again; my guess is the tiny quake. You know animals feel that shit coming, right? Guess I will force myself to go walkabout a little when the sun comes up. He always comes to me when he sees me. My hope, however, is that he came home.
Anyway, the gist of the post is this…I felt my first earthquake, and it was nothing to write home about. Meh. Could have been the opposite. Glad it went down the way it did.