I wandered (slip-sliding) down the lane this morning to check on my own three-baller, and was somewhat disappointed to find him missing (or should that be: "disappointed not to find him"?).
On closer inspection it became clear that he hadn't in fact melted, he'd been stomped! The mushy pile of snow lumps that he'd become was well-trodden and covered in bootprints. Worse, they were adult-sized bootprints!
Last night: three-stack snowman. This morning: trampled snow lumps.
Oh, the humanity.
It's not snowed further since yesterday, but much of yesterday's fall is still around. Other people's snowmen are still standing, in great lumps of snow.