By Sheri White
Snow in April was not unusual. But this snowfall was different – thunder roared, lightning flashed; hail the size of golf balls pelted the Tuckers’ farmhouse while they tried to sleep.
Walter tiredly stepped outside to rescue Amy’s tomato plants. Hail hit the ground hard; suddenly, he felt an intense stinging on his ankle. Large, spiny insects clung to him, their stingers embedded in his skin. “God, no!” He brushed them off, then realized hundreds of bugs were skittering towards him as the ice melted from their bodies.
As they covered him, he prayed Amy and the kids were safe.