Yesterday afternoon I was at work in Woburn and Molly calls, all out of breath and excited sounding. Turns out we had a fairly destructive thunderstorm that tore Tess' window off it's hinges, killed a few birds, flung our lawn furniture around and soaked the house.
This morning, Molly told Tess to go out and play on the trampoline. Tess kept coming back saying "Mommy, where's the trampoline?"
Molly and Tykie spent 10 minutes or so searching all around for the massive 15 foot diameter, 10 foot high thing.
They finally found it, across the street, crumpled and destroyed in a farmer's field, looking like a dead spider. The farmers said they'd drag it back to us.