My first visit to Florida was years and years ago - maybe around 1978 or so. We were heading toward Orlando. I have no idea what town we were in at the time or what road, but the sky was just black with those stupid love bugs! We stopped for gas, and when my BIL got out of the car to get the gas, they just swarmed all over him. It was one of the most horrible experiences in my life. (I really have this thing about bugs.) I've never forgotten it. I think that's why I keep telling my husband that I'll NEVER move to Florida!