Fear

It stormed last night.  The Wicket was hiding under the stove when I got up.  She wouldn't even come out for a meat stick.  She snarled when one of the other dogs made off with it.  Wicket is such a meatloaf that I was concerned about her being stuck.  Fear can get you into places not easily escaped.   There may have been tornado sirens.  Dave and I sometimes hear them, but go back to sleep because we can't care.