The day started out as usual for any major snow event in Columbia, Missouri. I woke to the faint sound of plows moving snow off the the main roads, leaving our sleepy little street untouched. This sound was soon replaced with the whir and spin of various small vehicles stuck in the slush and ice outside of our apartment. Winter Storm Rocky tried its best to show up Winter Storm Q, but fell slightly short. Only once, in the wee hours of the snowy morning, did I hear the sound of Thundersnow. An honorable attempt, however.
|Winter Storm Rocky's meager offerings|
|Marmaduke says "No way"|
|Sarah, demonstrating proper snow-frolic technique|
|Anthony, full frolic|
It was during mid-frolic that Winter Storm Rocky made its true intentions known. The care-free snow-frolickers were set upon by a denizen-of-the-snow-so-vile-none-dare-to-speak-its-name (Dotssvndtsin, for short).
|The horror that is Dotssvndtsin|
They say that a person who looks into the coal-black eyes of Dotssvndtsin is never the same again.
|Don't you listen? Don't look directly into the eyes of Dotssvndtsin.|
|No amount of snow angels can protect one from the icy grasp of Dotssvndtsin.|
|Dotssvndtsin, impervious even to formidable winter weapons such as the snow shovel.|
There is no telling when or where Dotssvndtsin may appear. All it takes is a bit of snow and a dash of tree debris. Some say the carrot nose is the key to the demise of the Dotssvndtsin, but nobody has ever lived long enough to test that theory. Next time you are out in the snow, keep warm and watch your back...