Millstone
They say about Florida it's not the heat that's the problem, it's the humidity. That's partially true (it's both), but to be sure there's no emphasis too great to put on the latter. The whole state is practically a sauna. If the sun isn't bearing its full face down on the top of your head, the sheer volume of moisture in the air is incubating like a wet blanket around you all the time, even at night. Prone to random bursts of rain just in case the atmospheric humidity falls below seventy percent. This protrusion of land surrounded three-quarters by water and the water permeating into its ecology of near swamp-like everglades. Green, vibrant sawgrass marshlands. And where there's water there are its inhabitants; big, small, and microscopic. Creatures cut out for predation. Invaders. This is a place where it's not uncommon for one to find an alligator in the backyard as easily as one might find a wandering rabbit or a groundhog that's torn up the l...