Holly and Serena came back from Sangolquí markets today with two chicks and two ducklings.
As the resident dad of MPIE, I was less than excited about our new pets: “Where will you keep them? What do they eat? Do you have a plan for when they’re not cute anymore?” And yes, I had already looked up websites on how to butcher ducks.
That said, I wasn’t so upset about our new friends that I was homicidal. But then I stood up to go grab a beer, the pink one decided that a good spot to hang out would be right underneath where my right foot was headed. Since my (sandal-clad) foot didn’t cast a mortal blow, I had to finish the job with a kitchen knife. I’m not sure Serena will ever forgive me, and I’m slightly traumatized myself.
Rest in peace, little artificially pink guy.
Mark Clayton Hand 
“I was just sitting here, minding my own business, got up to grab a beer, and now I’m a murderer.”ALL TOO TRUE!!!!
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