Bear on my porch!

We just got hit by a earthquake.  It was supposed to be a large one, they say 5.8, which is supposed to be a big enough to shake the groceries of the shelves in supper market or the books of my shelves, crack the street, and put it a scare into people.

The news report says the center of the quake was 45 miles Southeast of us.  We are getting after shocks right now.  

I am relatively new to Los Angeles, I experienced quakes when I was a young adult in San Francisco but it has been a few years.  When it first hit I thought "there is a bear on my porch."  I spent three years in serving a church in rural Quebec, and I had bears on the porch every once and a while.   Guess I embodied the experience of bears shaking my little house.