Fall of the Snowman

So, after finishing up my afternoon classes, I came back to my apartment fully expecting to be greeted by the warm, welcoming smile of my newly made snowman (figuratively, of course - he doesn't actually have a face). But no, some foul ruffian had come along and assaulted my poor, defenseless snowman.

My snowman, killed. Oh, the travesty! I must discover who has done this and bring them to justice!