Greetings from the Southerns.
How are you today, lady gene?
The weather here is
HOT

It’s so darn hot that when you take a shower, the cold water is hot because it’s hot outside. If you walk out the front door, you instantly can’t breathe, and feel like a roasted chicken. I wish I was exaggerating. Also, we had a good bit of rain, and it took a long time to dry up, so now our grass is over grown and snakes are out. We have those water moccasins, or cotton mouths (they’re the same snake). Most of Louisianas poisonous snakes are apart of the pit viper family. There’s always a disagreement on if the cotton mouths is aggressive enough to actually chase people and climb into their boats, and let me tell you, THEY CHASE PEOPLE (in my own personal experience & opinion). It’s wild! I remember I almost stepped on one that was coiled up, & sunbathing on the concrete pavers outside my front door, & I was walking out of my house barefoot to go grab something from the car, and I almost stepped on it! I WAS In the motion of stepping on it! When I noticed it, it’s like there was an angel or guardian protecting me because I remember my foot being right above it, and it’s like I stepped on an invisible but physical boundary or something. Next thing I remember is crying and running so fast that I don’t even remember my feet touching the ground, but I do remember it chasing me all the way to the car and me bawling my eyes out (I’m terrified of snakes, especially ones that are chasing me to bite me despite me almost accidentally stepping on it BUT DID NOT.) 
THANKFULLY, after slowing down on the crying, my fight or flight kicked in, and I remember my grandfather’s lesson on if that situation ever happened. I found me a shovel, and I stabbed the ground to scare off any other snakes by the vibration, as I walked to my back door. I was definitely not going back the other way! 
When I got near my back door, I realized the grass was long in that area, so I used the shovel as a pole vaulting tool and polevaulted myself to the back steps. I cried the entire way there, but mostly in the car. After my husband unlocked the back door, those were tears of post fear/ happiness to over come that fear. 

This was a few years ago, that this happened. But, I never forgot, because it made me realize how hardcore Louisiana outdoor wild life really is, and I don’t like it. I think Id rather walk out to the sight of a full grown alligator, than walking out to the sight of a cotton mouth, but that’s just my opinion.
I wish we had some of that cool weather right about now! I’m not sure of the actual temperature reading in my area, but I do know there’s a huge difference in 98° weather in Southern Louisiana vs. Northern Louisiana (only two places that ive lived in), and let me tell ya, Southern Louisiana is WAYYYYY hotter. It’s more humid. Northern Louisiana didn’t have that much humidity, so even if it was hot, you could still breathe as you spent time outside.
They also didn’t have mosquitos. Here, where I live, we have mosquitos the size of butterflies! We joke around and call the mosquito our “State Bird” because we see more of them than we do our actual state bird, the pelican. 
