If you’re in Michigan right now, odds are your face froze somewhere between your front door and your car. Temps in the single digits? Wind chills that make your bones question their life choices? Yep, sounds about right. But instead of whining about the weather (again), let’s embrace the tundra!

Every February 2nd, a group of bundled-up humans gather in a small town in Pennsylvania to yank a rodent from his cozy burrow, thrust him into the cold, and ask him to forecast the weather. Yes, I’m talking about Groundhog Day. A tradition that somehow still exists in the 21st century. Why? I have questions. Many.