I won't point and laugh, due to a sober lesson I had shortly after moving here. We had a 5.2. Every car alarm in my neighborhood went off, the transformers blew with a spectacular fireworks show of blue and white, but no injuries, no damage other than some falling bricks from façades. (The Disneyland Hotel sign cracked.) A week later there was a 5.2 in Turkey that killed over 5000 people.

Mother Earth commands and demands respect.

On the flip side, we aren't built for cold, so our houses are bitterly cold if it ever gets within 20 degrees of freezing.

I did have to point and laugh the one time I ever saw snow here. I was driving over the mountain pass behind LA, and was greatly puzzled by all the cars pulled over on both sides of the freeway as if some dire emergency had grounded them. I finally realized they were frightened by a faint, light sprinkle of snow that was not even sticking to the road, simply dusting the grass on either side with the blades poking through. You know the kind: a pleasant whirl of flakes that fly around the windshield and don't even require wipers, but if you've never driven in snow (and hardly ever in rain) before, I suppose it could be quite dizzying.

It all depends on what you're used to!