Jeepers, Sganghai! Reading your sounds post brought back memories of this time of year when I was in South Korea 30some years ago. It was hot hot hot!! The air was filled with the pungent aroma of kimchee, diesel city busses & the outhou- er, well, the benjo, a out-not-exactly-house-ditch-thingie! I lived in a hospital compound across the road from the 2nd largest market in the country. And ah, August at the fish section of the marketplace in DaeGu. It took months before I could stomach the smell enough to actually go into that portion of the marketplace! Despite the fact that the shops & booths were closed, there could be quite a lively nightlife at the marketplace, not to mention the haunting "ghostmarket" a few blocks away. My little "garden" was barely a bit of grass-where it would grow, a few odd flowers, a couple of little trees, the clothesline, and about a thousand buzzing insects per square inch in the air. And in the evenings, crickets! The hotter the temp, the faster & louder they chirpchirpchirp rubbing those back legs together. And some loud frogs croaked about doing some serious bug hunting. The dog I bought "on the hoof"-uh, er, paw-at the deli (for real) to bark at the slicky boys NEVER barked, except once when I gave him some leftover pepperoni pizza. The most incredibly beautiful birds were there every day. I certainly never saw the like growing up in Oklahoma, but the crickets were just as loud.