The thread for flipping shits (and tables)

As per usual my Grandma freaked out (she lives alone and has a bad back, which means if things start flying at her she can't get away in a hurry and then there's no one to comfort her). The quakes don't actually bother me at all any more, despite my Dad fretting about the roof moving (above my room) and the water tank maybe falling through the ceiling (above my bed). Usual plan of attack is wait in place to see if it's bigger than a 5 (which would prompt moving to the doorway) and then calling Grandma and/or walking to her house.

Interestingly nothing fell over at my rather unstable house, but Grandma had her donkey ornament thing fall off the dresser in her very secure little flat. The donkey is a pretty good gauge of earthquake magnitude: as soon as it hits 5.0 it makes an ill advised attempt at flying.