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There are icicles dripping off our house.
I know that this doesn’t
initially sound terrifying, but the first window-rattling thunk in the
side yard made me think we were being vandalized. Maybe there was some
monster lurking in our snow-covered, overgrown, sorry excuse for a garden - how
was I to know? I stood at the window trying to solve the riddle for
several minutes.
I’d retreated back to my
chair and was comfortably settled by the time it came again. A sound akin
to breaking glass that ended in whump.
I knew already that we
were having a heat wave, because the impressive collection of fearsome teeth
that have been hanging from our eaves for a week had been dripping steadily all
morning. I wasn’t planning to go straight to goodbyes, though - this has
happened before. I knew better than to jump to hasty conclusions about
the impending arrival of spring, because we’ve had dripping icicles one day and
subzero temperatures the next.
When our window shades
are down, the shadows on the inside would make you think we were in the belly
of a cartoonishly-jawed beast (if you had alarmist inclinations, I suppose).
I’ve been comparing notes while driving the neighborhood, and I feel confident
that our icicles are among the most impressive on the block. If nothing
else I think we’d take the prize for sheer number.
Or at least, we would
have yesterday.
Yesterday, there was
nothing more alarming than a few drips as the ice began to melt. Today
entire sections of frozen stakes are kamikazeing thunderously into the yard.
If there are any strange monsters lurking down
there, they’d better watch out.
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