The Attack of the Deadly Icicle

I don't know how many times I can reiterate the fact that it has been EXTREMELY cold up here in CNY...with the thermometer hovering at sub-zero temperatures the entire week, anything about 20 degrees feels like summertime in comparison. It's that ridiculous. One of the many results of this bitter cold is that icicles seem to form from nowhere, and appear on the roofs over everyone's homes. And these things are menacing looking, too. They're so big, we can't even call them icicles anymore...we must call them "stalagmites." Every time we come home, Zu, Justine and I are always on the lookout for them, afraid that one of these sharp looking ice spears will come down on top of our heads.

While we have the benefit of actually being aware of these things, some creatures clearly aren't. The other day, I was walking to class, when I saw a squirrel get smashed by a falling icicle from the roof of a nearby home. That poor squirrel didn't even see that thing coming; it came down so fast. Thankfully, the squirrel survived, though. The icicle was soft enough that it didn't impale the poor thing.

But man...that thing could've hit anyone...we all need to be on the lookout...it's the Attack of the Deadly Icicles!