What the sam hill?

The other night we came back from a great meal at Bella Verona. As we pulled our car into the bodega and got out, we heard something quite odd.

There was some chanting and beating of some sort of drums. We weren't entirely sure if we were hearing things correctly, but once we stopped talking and listened, sure enough, there was chanting and banging on bongos.

It was coming from the Hummingbird tree house and could best be compared to the headhunters from Gilligan's Island or Hare Krishnas doing their version of speed metal.

There were three young folks from Canada staying in the house. We were a bit concerned that the tree house might not be standing when they checked out; however everything was fine when they left and they were really fun folks to have around for a few nights.