Exactly, it has already happened in my lifetime; I remember clearly sitting outside my tent and measuring each gallon of ice as it melted during those long, mosquito-infected summers and then huddling around just two charcoal briquets for weeks on end counting the gallons comung back to breed new ice once again as the long night settled in.
Not one gallon was lost on my watch. /sarc
I’m coming to regret having such clumsy fingers.