Granted, we were seated on the patio, but I’ve never encountered this much wildlife in my food at a restaurant before. First, this bee landed on my glass, and then on my plate.

Then, a fly landed in my kid’s Arnold Palmer.

Then, another fly landed in my Dad’s margarita.

And before we could get out of there, another fly kamikazied in his margarita. That’s not a different picture of the same fly! That’s a totally different fly!

I just don’t want to go out to eat anymore.