Punxsutawney Phil predicting an 'Early Spring' while I am currently shoveling 8 inches of snow during a Bomb Cyclone is peak comedy. The rat is lying to us. It is 12 degrees outside. This tradition was cute when weather was normal, but in the era of Climate Change 'weather whiplash,' asking a groundhog for a forecast feels like asking a Magic 8-Ball for stock tips. Stay inside, ignore the rodent, and wear your coat.