Poo in the Pool!

My boyfriend recently told me a story about his niece's birthday party...she turned 10 a couple of weeks ago, and had a pool party at her house in Phoenix, Arizona to celebrate. Apparently, some kid pooed in the pool, and there was this little log floating and bobbing along in the water. All the kids freaked out, and my boyfriend's sister fished it out of the pool, added some extra chlorine, and all was again right with the world.

This story reminded me of my dear friend, Megan. We've been friends for nearly 20 years, which is unbelievable to me. Anyway, Megan and I have some history together involving swimming pools. To save her some embarrassment, I will only share the part of our swimming pool history that has to do with the above story. When we were around 13 or 14 years old, Megan, her mother, and her sister moved into a townhouse. This townhouse is located in a little development of townhouses. Nestled among these townhouses is a swimming pool, meant for use by residents of the development only. Megan and I were delighted at the prospect of having this pool, because it meant we got to avoid using the more crowed (and more expensive) public pool. We happily went to swim in it one day, elated to find that we were the only users. We swam around for a bit, and I noticed that there was something at the bottom of the pool. We ignored it for a while, then swam down to investigate (thankfully, we had goggles). Lo and behold, there were several mini poo logs resting gracefully on the pool's cement floor. Naturally, we freaked out. There was much shrieking as we scrambled out of the pool and into the showers at Megan's house, which was thankfully not too far away. Needless to say, I declined to return to that pool. Megan, however, did return. I believe it was the very next time she visited that pool, with a different, unsuspecting friend, that she found a dead rabbit, floating in the center of the water.

I do not believe she ever went to swim there again.