I took a class about natural disasters in college and our professor was telling us about people down south having Hurricane Parties. Basically, they all just go to an apartment on the top floor and party during the huricane while other people flee in fear. For the most part that is okay, but she showed us the before and after pictures of a 6 story apartment complex that wasn't quite so lucky. The after pictures literally looked like a vacant parking lot. The highest piece of material was not much taller than a concrete parking block. The storm swell was like 30 feet or something.

She was the crotchety old lady that would talk shit about how stupid people are during natural disasters (filming a tornado while standing in front of a plate glass picture window, hurricane parties, etc). She really enjoyed telling the story about how when the people throwing that hurricane party on the 6th floor of that party found out it was too late, most of them died. One lady put her husband onto a mattress (he couldn't swim) pushed him out the side of the hole in the wall, and then never saw him again.

Thinking of that class reminds me. You know what the three major natural disasters of Colorado are? Tornadoes, Hail, and Expanding Clay.
Yep, clay. I've never heard of that before, or since that class.