Unto every brewday, some wort must fall… but luckily usually not this much:
Oh, wasted wort, that would be beer... we are once again sorry.
Really quite beautiful, actually...
Except... it looks a wee bit like a murder scene, no?
Hide the evidence! Strategy? Slide the carboy clear, then swab the deck. Rinse. Repeat. The next morning, curse sticky feet.