My routine clumsiness embraces artistic license.

After spilling something today (shocking) I noticed that the liquid blob of hops and molasses was taking on a peculiar shape of its own. No, this was not another crazed Michael Jackson sighting. Sidenote - I made it this long without making reference to the King of Pop's death. I might be the last of the media titans to succumb to the sell-out pressure. Right. Noted. Moving on.

I swear my runaway party foul was looking more and more like a rabbit, darting across the floor. You be the judge.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Thoughts?