In a burst of rage at my bestie (he wasn’t there), I can once remember banging a standing fan so hard on the ground its base broke down to the secret hidden cement. Being attacked by extremes would make me angry - I was very susceptible to physical discomforts like estrogen surges, extreme hunger, and extreme heat; but I never hit anyone on account of it.
I feel you with the heat!. Nothing can make me quite as b*tchy and unreasonable as being too hot. I would much rather be cold if I had to choose.
My Dad once got so angry with me on a trip to the zoo (I was the very definition of spoilt brat that day!) that he slammed his umbrella down on the wall and it broke clean in half


