Neighbors house
My houseThe ice war that has formed between my house and the neighbors is finally at the breaking point. It's taken over a month for these magnificent icicles to get this big, long and beautiful.
Now with the weather being above freezing for the first time, in what seems like forever, it's only a matter of time before I will no longer feel like I live in the belly of the Abominable Ice Man every time I look out the window.
Nevertheless, the battle is not officially over until the last icicle is hanging. The rules clearly state that when two neighbors have closely competitive ice formations but opposing roof lines, it is not necessarily the thickest and longest that wins the battle, but the icicle that hangs on longer before breaking off.
Unless I can recruit a pigeon or squirrel to do the job, I feel I have little chance against neighbors mammoth icicle. And believe me, I've thought about how easy it would be to take a shovel to it while they are at work, but I almost always play by the rules.
So I wait and watch patiently as my band of icicles gets beamed by the southern sun and slowly melts away. I'll take what faith I have left in hopes that somehow physics will prevail on my behalf.
Until thaws all said and done, may the most frozen win.
