I was walking along a scenic trail in my city a few years ago. This particular spot had a spectacular eastern view, so I stopped to take in the last of what seemed to be a spectacular sunset.

It took my moronic ass about 15 seconds to remember that the sun usually sets in the west. So what was that red orange glow on the horizon?

A wildfire? No, I’d have heard about that.

Must be a… Nuke? What else would make that much light that fast. It had blown and I was seeing the burning destruction in its wake.

I spent the next minute or so basically shitting myself. Trying to figure out which way the fallout would blow. Thinking about all the emergency drinking water and food I never stocked. Thinking how horrific a death radiation sickness would be.

I was straight up having a panic attack!

Well then the most glorious blood moon I ever seen came up over the horizon. Huge and glowing orange.

I learned a bit about myself that day. Mostly that I am unlikely to thrive in any sort of apocalypse type situation. And that I’m a moron. Moon was cool though!