High winds toppled an oak tree onto an 1890s Arlington house.
This photo was in the Washington Post on Thursday. It was taken about 2 blocks from my house, in my neighborhood. I'm not sure you can really appreciate how large the tree is from this perspective, but it's a really big (some might say "an enormous fuck-off") oak tree. I have one just like it in my back yard, looming menacingly over the house. Well, I hope it's not all rotted out in the middle, but it's hard to tell without cutting it down, and that would just be a sin. It would also be really fucking expensive (like ~$15,000) because they'd have to bring a crane in and dismantle the thing from top to bottom. I know this because one already fell back there, but didn't hit the house.
The tree above is now in pieces on the street and the biggest part of the trunk is more than 6 feet in diameter, or about 18' in circumference (I think... math not being my strong point.)
You might understand why I fret when we have storms like that. The oaks come down hard.