That was how one earthquake that struck Los Angeles this spring ranked on the good old Richter scale. The quake actually felt to me like a much bigger one than it really was because the epicenter in Inglewood was quite close to my house.
Being a second-generation native of this area, I’m not generally afraid of earthquakes. I remember several from my childhood and none of them was particularly scary. In fact, I slept through one of the bigger ones and dreamt that the house had a fever and chills or had been magically transported to a much colder climate or something like that.