Pat, pat. Pat, pat. I was wearing gloves, not mittens, so the finger-marks were imprinted in the snow. They looked... tentacular.
A unibrow, two stubby wings and some facial tentacles later, Sno-thulu loomed in our yard. For a few seconds at a time, anyhow, which was as long as it took Professor Spud of Arkham University to investigate and destroy critical parts of the idol. Dad's clearly been seeing his occult education begins early.