Pardon My Dust

I was contentedly sitting on my back porch when some sawdust fell into my wine glass. I didn't even bother to look up. The carpenter bees are at it again, turning the porch roof into Swiss cheese. I'll take steps, murderous steps, trust me. But it seemed wrong, having sawdust fall into my wine straight from a bee's mouth. It's offputting. I still drank the wine. It was pretty good wine. And it was only a little sawdust. Judgment call, right?