My afternoon beach stroll in Port Aransas today was filled with drama. First, I stumbled across this rather smug-looking rubber duck. A few more steps and I found a pair of pliers. Further along in the sand was the poor, disemboweled fish.
Using my impeccable sleuthing skills (acquired during childhood games of Clue) I determined that the fish was killed by Mr. Rubber Duck, with the pliers, on the beach.