This past weekend we were rattled by a long series of earthquakes. Over the course of three days – Friday night through Sunday morning – there were at least 100 aftershocks.
The first was a mild 3.6, which hit nearby La Habra at around 8 PM. Fortunately, my wife and kids didn’t have a Bible study meeting that night and stayed home, so were able to duck and cover under the dining table together as a family. About an hour later, a more serious 5.1 earthquake rocked our senses, causing my wife and kids to freak out. Honestly, even I was shaken. It was more violent than previous quakes. But that wasn’t the end of it. There seemed to an aftershock every few hours through Sunday morning.
We were so shaken up that we slept downstairs on an air mattress and play mat Friday and Saturday nights and repacked our emergency bags with new supplies for the first time since 2011, according to the expiration dates on the food. The girls were really rattled, but since things have subsided, they were able to sleep alone last night in their rooms.
A quote from Kid E sums up the experience: “The earthquake tickled my butthole.”