I have the greatest sympathy for discovering you have a Big Ball of Mud. It may have even been polished by years of grazing touches by many hands into a doroda

I have the greatest sympathy for discovering you have a Big Ball of Mud. It may have even been polished by years of grazing touches by many hands into a dorodango, achieving a kind of beauty. Someone, perhaps many someones, spent a lot of time on it and this is your inheritance. My condolences. Still, even the dorodango is fragile, prone to cracking, sensitive to many conditions. Inheriting one is a situation which may occur to any programmer. What the organization decides to do once they have a Big Ball of Mud on their hands is the real issue. I consider this the reaction to the eventuality to be a real test of organizational mettle.