Budding young geophysicist that I am, I desperately look forward to earthquakes. Whenever I miss out on one it’s like the Mole People are sitting in their fantastical underground caves, laughing at me and monitoring my footsteps so they can make all the aftershocks happen while I blink, the bastards. Last night their earthquake was only about 25 miles away; just a 4.2, nothing exciting, but enough to rattle windows in Valencia. A few people felt it here on campus too, but I was typically out of touch, sweeping out vast areas of space with informative gestures of my entire arm, leaping up and down in front of a giant dry erase board while working on a seismology assignment.
I’ll get you, Mole People, and your little dogs too.