There are some strange differences that a person will notice when they move 700 miles south. Until a couple months ago, this was as far south as I'd ever been. The weather was smoldering, the people talked funny (some of them, mind you), to name a few. These are all things I'd been prepared for, at least a little bit.
One thing I wasn't prepared for was the difference in the local wildlife. By that I mean bugs. It's not so noticable, if you don't look for it, and I'm sure that Wisconsin makes up for their lack of bugs in their frozen-tundra-esque winters, but I've seen it. It's not so much that they're grosser than our bugs, just that they're bigger.
For example, our fruit flys are the size of a teensy dot. The fruit flies I've seen here are the size of 10 teensy dots. I guess it's the little things that endear you to a place. I'm not joking - I like it better this way, they're easier to spot.