All hail breaking loose

The tornado sirens are sounding, the cats are in their carriers, and Xena’s guarding them in the laundry room. So naturally I’m leaning out the door taking pictures and firing them across the net on my handheld. I mean, of course, what would any other sane person be doing?

Xena’s collection of bones and dog toys is covered with hailstones on the back deck.

Hail collecting near the flowerbed outside the front door.

Hail piling up next to my car.
OK, time to duck into the laundry room, close the door, and wait this one out.