There have been quite a few storms and wind here in East Tennessee the past couple days.  Yesterday, I was sitting in the living room, when I heard a loud BANG! on the roof, immediately followed by clunking noises starting from the middle of the roof and rolling to the edge and then a loud PLOP! as the object hurtled to the ground. I yanked open the curtains, certain someone (a ninja perhaps?) had fallen out of one of our trees and rolled down our roof to their death.

But instead of a dead body, there was only a stupid ole branch.

But I am counting my blessings because even though I would hope that any psycho willing to climb a tree in order to spy on us or rob us falls and gets hurt, I would still feel absolutely horrible that it happened.

And it would be a huge mess to have to clean up.