Earlier this spring, I was working in the garage, standing up on a ladder in the corner of the garage farthest from all the doors, behind the row of engines and a bunch of other junk. It was raining out, but I wasn't thinking much of it. My truck and my wife's car were in the driveway right outside the garage door. Suddenly, both of the cars outside exploded! At least, that's what I immediately thought had happened. The noise was sudden, deafening, and VERY close by. It usually takes me about a minute to get from where I was to the door that leads into the kitchen, but in this case, I made the trip in about 2 seconds. My wife was already at the door, thinking I had blown something up, probably including myself. I think at the exact same time we realized what it had been. I never figured out where it had hit, I didn't see any damage anywhere, but holy cow. I stayed inside for the rest of the storm, and worked on cleaning out my shorts.