Apologies to anyone whose name is Summer. You aren't the target audience. The heat and my sanity (or lack thereof) is very tightly related to one another. Consider this a quick post I wanted to vent out.
Summer, the season after lovely and chilly spring, before orange and adorable autumn absolutely sucks. Depending on where you live, the effects described here might be amplified.
Summer starts off by welcoming 50 new kinds of insects in your house. You're going to find an arachnid in every corner of your house. The Aussies might not care, but I do. My trembling phobia of anything small with more than 4 legs balloons like Mrs Puff when Spongebob crashes the boat for the 100th time.
Right after getting to know all the new friends you've just discovered, you get blasted with 42°C+ heatwaves and are damn near on the edge of melting. This is even worse if you work with electronics and already have a fairly warm room. Now you have to weigh the pros and cons of opening the window:
- You get "fresh" air,
- The heat sort of starts to leave.
But also..
- You'll get to meet the squad of arthropods which will terrorize you until you have a panic attack.
I'll just burn in agony, thanks.
Let's follow this up with the classic dad line: It's not the heat that gets ya, It's the humidity! Unfortunately for us, we don't have any thermostats to touch during the heat, therefore my dad can't say this line. The only thing keeping me somewhat sane is the little pocket fan I carry with me anywhere I go.