We had a swimming pool.  One morning I had a headache.  There was a full moon.  With one eye open I looked out the kitchen window.  The swimming pool looked funny.  It looked like it was frosted, like a cake.  I forced myself outside to see what in the hell was going on out there.  I scooped up some of the froth on the pool and sniffed.  It was not alien’s eggs.  It was bubble stuff.  I shut the pool down.  “It’s ruined.” I thought. I took a sample of the stuff to the pool supply place.

“It’s bubble stuff.” the pool guy told me, in a manner of fact way.  I have seen in before.  He handed me a bottle of anti-bubble treatment to pour into the pool.  I turned the pool back on and in two days the frosting on the cake was gone.  With four kids and friends playing outside, I never found out who did it.