My fridge hasn't been making any ice since I've moved in late November. I thought it might be faulty or something but I'm not ready to complain just yet so I made some ice in a few trays myself and tossed it all into the little bin in my freezer. For the day after, I kept hearing strange ice making sounds that I heard last from my mother's fancy fridge in Connecticut. Lo and behold, for my fridge decided to make ice! And not just some ice but a mountain of ice so high that smaller cubes are spilling over into the rest of the box. It's slowed its roll, thankfully but my poor fridge. It needs a vacation.