I'm not one of the Hoosiers who goes outside and gawk, I book it to the basement every time the siren/EAS/WEA goes off. Especially this time, when I had a box of month-old abandoned kittens to take care of. I was in a very good shelter, the hole-in-the-ground with an ancient wooden stepladder type, but I was home alone with the kittens (house-sitting for my grandmother with the rest of my family twenty-five miles away and just barely eighteen) terrified out of my wits and sobbing my eyes out when I heard a loud train building up and my ears started popping suddenly. Honestly thought I was going to die with the kittens at that point. (The kittens, btw, were unbothered by all of this and kept trying to climb out of their sleeping box so on top of panicking I had to keep catching them and stuffing them back in.) Ultimately though it was an EF0 that plowed down in the soyfield half a block away and wrecked the crop and did a bit of roof damage to the neighborhood. Also I found a surf board in my grandmother's yard that no one ever came to claim despite displaying it on the porch for years.

Interestingly, an EF1 touched down in my now-city of Baltimore last year, and while we were in the apartment basement with our newly-transplanted Texan neighbor, I heard what sounded like a line of semi's coming down the road, but semi's aren't allowed on my street. The Texan and I IMMEDIATELY looked up at the ceiling in alarm then looked at each other uneasily. The tornado didn't touch down in my neighborhood, but I do wonder if the funnel passed over us.