It's winter, and snowmen have become fairly prevalent in Provo. The snow-made creatures are populating front yards, common areas, median strips, and the occasional empty lot.
One of my favorite snowmen is built on campus every year. As soon as the first big storm rolls in, some group of people (or gnomes, I'm not quite sure) heads up to campus and turns our beloved American Indian statue into a giant snowman.
Like most snowmen, the Indian snowman evokes nothing but good feelings in my heart. (I think he's from a friendly tribe.)
I wish I could say the same about this thing.
From his sunken eyes to his cat ears, I hate everything about this snowman.
I hate that I have to drive by him every time I go down 700 East.
I hate that he refuses to melt, no matter how warm it gets.
I hate that he has a human nose.
I hate his asymmetrical whiskers.
I hate that he has a "Y" on his chest.
I hate that he somewhat resembles Cosmo.
I could go on.
Who knew that I could feel this way about a snowman? Then again, this is no ordinary snowman..cat...mascot...BEAST.
Though I have yet to ski this season and there's a lot of sledding and snowball throwing that could provide some good entertainment, I am praying for winter's end for no other reason than the destruction of Provo's biggest eyesore, the ugly snow-thing.
He will forever haunt my dreams.