The last guy I knew who went out to play in a cane ended up hanging by his shoelaces from a cypress tree. I'd stay inside if I were you guys.

Me and the family found a cozy corner of the house last year and hunkered down for damn near 5 hours. Even after the bulk of the storm passed, bands were pumpin' out 75 mph winds.

Remember, it ain't over 'til the shit is way the fuck out there!