Deathcicle

The Deathcicle started off about 5" thick, hanging off the gutter at the corner of the house, with an auxiliary cicle on the phone line. I wasn't able to photograph it, but the next day the original Deathcicle had given up the ghost, giving birth to this slimmer, yet more ominous version. It ends about a foot and a half from your head, which is made even more unnerving by the giant hump of solid ice you have to skitter across underneath it. It's our very own sword of Damocles.

The drainpipe on the other side of the house is pretty impressive too. My neighbor's is even worse but I felt weird taking pictures of her house so you just have to use your imagination.