I am so sorry for your RKT. I am so sorry for poor Elmo. I loved Elmo. He was my favorite annoying character on Sesame Street when the kids were little.
Your exploding head reminded me of my exploding pumpkins. Every once in awhile, I get ambition in the Spring time to grow those giant pumpkins. You know which ones? Those monstrous 2-500lbs suckers. Well, its hard to do in my town because when the hot weather hits, it REALLY hits. And it gets blazing within a matter of days!
So one year, I was watching two really, really nice sized giants. They were growing just perfect! Wonderful specimens. Little to no bugs, too (a major deal.) Beautiful pumpkins. Just beautiful. I babysat them with tender loving care.
And then the hot weather came. And it just came on fast! I had sprinklers, soakers, water, everything I could come up with. I used my beach umbrella to shade the pumpkins. I tried boards. Just everything. And they were still growing very rapidly.
Till one morning. "Pumpkin Shrapnel."
I woke up to pumpkin guts everywhere. I thought the neighbor kids had played a practical joke on me and annihilated my precious babies! I cried and cried and cried! Silly me to cry over a massacre! I told my work-buddy about it, and he stared at me and told me "They exploded, you silly girl! The hot weather made them heat up inside and explode."
And now I just laugh my silly-girl cake patootie off when I have to retell that story!! Hee hee, it was indeed a very messy pumpkin patch!!
I hope you find solace in our humor towards your mishap.