Find Me Some Gopher Wood, It's Time to Build an Ark!

We had a major rainstorm today. I mean major. I was at work, and I can't see the windows from where I usually sit, so when my co-worker announced that "Man, it's really coming down out there!" I got up, glanced out the window, said "Yeah, it is. Well, that's a good thing," went back to work (or, OK, back to surfing the net), and thought little more of it.

Then I got home and discovered I couldn't park in my usual place because, well, it's under water. No exaggeration, I mean under water. I had to wade through water halfway up my shins to get to my front door. It's unbelievable. And here's the really weird thing: my couch is wet. OK, that probably doesn't sound terribly weird in and of itself. The thing is, the couch itself isn't actually all that bad: there's a pillow on one side that's a little wet around the edges, and the sofa cushions are very slightly damp, but that's it. But I had a couple of blankets folded up at the other end of the couch. The one that was on top is a bit damp around the edges. The one underneath it is sopping wet. The floor is dry. The ceiling is dry. Everything else around the sofa is, you guessed it, dry. It's utterly bizarre.

And now there's all these frogs making really loud frog noises outside my window. You know, I can see why Aristotle and his contemporaries believed in spontaneous generation. Every time it rains, these legions of frogs just seem to miraculously spring into existence. I suppose they must hibernate under the ground or something when it's dry. Now if only that could explain my wet couch...