Oh Waiter! There is a fly in my soup......

Last night The Boyfriend had a little BBQ in his backyard. It was one of those perfect summer nights. Warm, but not hot, with a light breeze, no mosquitoes and free flowing wine. The birds chirped in the tree that covers the deck and squirrels scampered hither and thither.

Diamond Don and CPB were there as were two female companions. We had just refreshed our glasses when there was the distinct ‘ping’ sound from rain hitting the metal table we were all gathered around. We looked up, but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Then ‘ping’! And again ‘ping’ ‘ping’ ‘ping’ it was indeed starting to rain. Or so we thought. We felt the rain hitting us too. As it turns out though, it was just the rain ricocheting off the table and splattering us. These ‘raindrops’ however, were all concentrated in an area about the size of a CD. Baffled, we looked up just in time to see a squirrel scamper away and climb further up the tree.

That’s right; the squirrel had just given us a golden shower!

Two entries ago, I wrote about how some people are superstitious when it comes to a bird pooping on them. They say it is good luck and to go buy a lotto ticket. What do we do now that a squirrel has urinated on us? Go to the race track? Enter a beauty pageant?

We thought it was best to empty our glasses (down the sink, not drink), give them a good wash and start another bottle. This time though, we used those little cocktail umbrellas. I never knew they served such a practical purpose