Here's an ice pick. Suitable for a tribal warrior child hunting their first woolly mammoth.
We have loads of ice picks! All over the house. I shall find every one of them later, when I discover the wet patch.
You can blame Michelle Paver for this. Again. Leading my big grits so fundamentally astray they forget basic properties of water.
Oh well. I suppose it makes a change from the wood and slate axes and the discussions about whether the neighbour would miss the cat.