Sometimes things just go terribly, terribly wrong

I made a hummingbird cake for Easter Sunday at my grandmother's house. Is it me, or is my cake growling at me?

For the record, this cake is very tasty, regardless of the fact that it was hit with the ugly stick. The plan for Phase II involves a sheet cake. Round cakes are not my friend.

I'm also feeling a bit of de ja vue here. Perhaps I was not destined to be a baker.