(Not Quite Wordless) Wednesday: Death of a Duck

I knew the moment I heard the anguished cries from my 5 year old daughter 

that something terrible had happened.

It was a cry of horror.

A cry of fear.

A cry of guilt. 

Oh the carnage. 

Oh the butchery.

Oh the gore.  

Oh the....

...SOAPY MESS. 

(Now please be kind blog-readers and disregard the bad flash photography. Please also excuse the 1980's charcoal gray grout with pale pink tile that you see in this photo.
Yes, it is on our very long home improvement "to do" list.)

Linked to: 5 Mintes for Mom,