After the storm, many homeowners decided to jack up their houses, maybe five or six feet, high enough to avoid (God help us) future flooding. But a neighbor down the street has decided to take the practice (quite literally) to another level:
Holy bejeezus! What is that, fifteen... sixteen feet? (For a sense of scale, compare it to the stop sign on the corner.) Remarkable. What are they planning for? "Let all the ice caps melt! Bring on the hurricanes—two, three, four at a time! I'll be high and dry in my dainty* bungalow in the sky. Mwah, ha, ha!"
It takes all sorts.
* It's not a big house, and it's epic elevation is all the more jarring in contrast to its otherwise modest dimensions.