Oh it was nothing.
Just about 13.26 pounds of watermelon splashed all over my kitchen floor. That's all. And if you DID see it, no your eyes were not deceiving you if it looked like it had previously been sliced and diced into cute-sie little 10 oz. cuts, perfect for the 312 times per day I crave watermelon this time of year.
I'm still eating it.
Out of the same bowl that happened to slip out of my hands only 6 minutes ago.
I dare you to tell me I shouldn't.