I hesitate to use the word "excitement" for this post because this was really quite sad and could have been really bad, but it did shake up our afternoon.
I was looking out our bedroom window and saw our neighbor's truck on fire. Their were flames probably 6 or 7 feet high and I stared at it trying to figure out what was going (I know, duh, a fire) and then yelled to Nate that there was a fire and to call 911. We ran outside as he called 911 and the flames were just engulfing the hood of the truck. Another neighbor had seen the smoke and had also called the fire dept. We needed to tell the family about it and get them out of their house (the car was parked really close to their home and we were worried the house was going to catch fire) but the neighbor who had first seen the fire told everybody to stay away in case the car exploded or something. He eventually ran around to the back of their house and knocked on their windows and told them what was going on.
I didn't want to make light of the situation and go snap pictures while this family watched their truck burn, but I did take a couple pictures from our bedroom window. The fire department eventually arrived and put the fire out before the house was damaged. And now...I am going to go replace the batteries in one our smoke detectors!