It’s c-c-c-cold here in central PA, so I thought I’d try this experiment today:
I think I made it snow in my backyard. Think is the operative word. I didn’t actually see the snow materialize.
Since there’s no video (thankfully) here’s what happened: I boiled a lot of water–a LOT of water–carried the steaming pot out the back door, and tossed the contents into the air. I naturally followed the path of the water, hoping to see the crystalline droplets dancing their way back to earth.
Instead, much to my shock and dismay, some portion of the recently boiling water–a LOT of water–turned around and bit me with the vengeance of a hornet shaken from his nest. It felt as though molten lava was peeling away the outer layer of my skin.
Of course, I had witnesses. I dragged Kim and Levi out into the frozen tundra of our backyard to witness the scientific greatness numbskull science experiment. They were howling with laughter as I sulked back into the house.
Kim later recounted the incident, marking that she wished I could learn to laugh at my mistakes.
I suppose she has a point.
Not to be deterred, I boiled another pot–less water this time!–and trudged back out into the cold. This time Sadie and Isaac joined the scene. As I tossed the water airborne I didn’t even look to see if the snow appeared. I was headed for the safety zone. By the time I got turned around the feat was done. I think I caught the tail-end of a snow fall, but it could have been simply the steam-trail of hot water falling back to earth.
At least it didn’t land on me…again.
Maybe we’ll try again before school tomorrow. It’s supposed to be 6 degrees at 7am, with a real feel of -6.
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