Last night, I was about to go to work when I noticed something weird. I was at the top of the driveway and had just pulled out of the driveway, and I saw tree branches in the headlights. I drove around them and parked on the street, then got out of the car and saw that about half of the Bradford pear tree by our house had broken off. I went and got my mom, and she said that she thought the tree was dying anyway. We thought it might have been struck by lightning in the wicked storm we had last night, but I checked it out this morning and couldn't see any evidence of lightning. It looked like part of the wood had rotted, but I'm not sure. Poor tree, we're not sure what to do with it - half of it is lying on the lawn. The weird thing is that last night during the storm, I was thinking about the scene in "Jane Eyre" where lightning struck the big tree in the garden and split it in half. Of course, I was thinking about the bullshit paper I wrote for an English class, and that's how it came to mind. And then on the way to work, I couldn't get the window defroster to work until I pulled into the parking lot... I hate when that happens.