That is what looms for me if I choose to exit my apartment through the back stairway. I would venture to guess that the largest one is now at least four feet long. They will either fall on me and split my head open, or I'll slip and fall down the stairs as a result of the slow melt that accumulates in a thick layer of ice on the steps from the drippage. Needless to say, I don't think I'll be doing any laundry by walking down those steps any day soon. It's cold, lots of snow, and entirely too much work for me to do these days. I guess I'll have to maintain whatever sanity I have left until the end of the month when I have a week off of work.
