Just before Christmas, we had a series of small-but-scaryish earthquakes, centered at the Hayward Fault, which runs probably 75-100 feet behind our house, or thereabouts. California natives might pooh-pooh our east-coast squeamishness about these 3.7 quakes, but I just want you to see what it did to our gingerbread house: major cracks in two walls, and liquifaction in the stucco near the front door. Luckily we had lots of icing and mini-marshmallows to shore up the foundation, plus Liam ate the whole thing the next day, but still, it was serious.
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