Last night there was a thunderstorm. My apartment shook. It lit with every strike of fury. The sound boomed and invaded my dreams. When I woke and went to work, there beside the garbage bins was two hamster cages. "Environmental storytelling," I said aloud to myself.

Reminded of when I was like, 8 and thought there was like, elephants stampeding outside my house at like, 3am because of like, big trucks like, driving down the like, road.