I think I have devised the perfect murder. If I was ever going to kill anyone, my weapon of choice would be . . . the icicle.

First, they are free - which befits my thrifty nature. Second, they are omnipresent in winter (at least in these parts). Third, no need for a license. Fourth, after the deed is done, they disappear. Fifth, no fingerprints!

But, best of all, is that the corner report will show that the victim died of . . . cold cuts.