I don't mind the heat. I don't necessarily mind the humidity, so much. I don't even mind when they get together and try to suffocate me under a giant, wet, sticky blanket. What I *do* mind is when I wake up in the morning and it feels as though every surface in my house - the floor, the walls, all my stuff - feels as if a million slugs have slimed their way across it overnight and then disappeared. And it's only 5am.