It never snows here. Ignore the huge storm we had a few weeks ago. Oh and the one we had last year. Other than those, it really-never-snows-here. But this weekend, it styrofoamed!
My daughter first called out, “Mom! It’s S-N-O-W-I-N-G!” Whah? Again?! She flew out, then flew back in to exclaim, “Mom! It’s weird! It’s not snow… it’s like, well… styrofoam!”
And she was right. It was like nothing I had ever seen. It wasn’t hail. It wasn’t ice. And it certainly wasn’t snow. It was fluffy but formed in perfect little balls that could stand on top of each other. It looked like someone had taken a giant beanbag chair, opened it and threw it all over the sky.
Then someone described it perfectly. It’s Dippin’ Dots! Willy Wonka was spreading Dippin’ Dots all over the area. He just forgot to add flavor.
Have you ever seen anything like this? Is there a real name for when it styrofoams?
