It's sweltering today, with not even one single cloud in sight. This afternoon, my mom stormed back into the house, unleashing her anger on my dad while he was eating his unappetizing green lunch. I couldn't help but eavesdrop a little via the crack in the door. It turns out my mom had another argument with my MeeMaw, and now she's taking it out on him. The interesting part is that my dad didn't react much; instead, he quickly finished his dish (in case she decided to overturn it) and then flopped onto the couch, feigning death - something I associate with encountering a grizzly. Fight or flee (or flight), but no! My dad played dead as an adaptation and this time my mom played the natural disaster.