There are so many reasons I got the heck out of Florida, as an adult, after my parents inexplicably moved me there when I was 8.
Never mind all the unsavory stuff--the mosquitoes and palmetto bugs, the drug dealing, the boiler-room operations in Boca Raton, our inability to complete a presidential election properly--I still have no idea why anyone willingly moves to a place where, 90% of the year, there is no reason to take a shower because once you step outside you will be dripping with sweat and humidity anyway.