Real Science: Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire!

Mama Fisi's picture

I usually don't turn in to bed before 11 PM--trying to go to sleep any earlier just results in an hour of staring at a ceiling I can't see, waiting for the Sandman to beat me to death.  Sunday night was no different...well, not quite.  Shortly after I moved the Chihuahua and got settled under the covers, the gap around the shade on the bedroom window flickered brilliantly for a few seconds.  I assumed it was lightning, and thought no more about it.


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