This dread of heat is nothing new, I can remember in 2ndor 3rd grade when it was hot out heading straight for the girl’s bathroom to gather 2 or 3 sheets of those coarse light brown paper towels, drenching them with cool water and folding them into a neat rectangular compress to use later in class. The teacher, Mrs. Glenn, would walk up and down the aisles and put the kibosh on anyone caught fanning themselves, explaining the action of fanning only made one hotter. Clearly Mrs. Glenn was one of them. An amphibian alien who relished the heat her sweaty little humans produced during the day and at night after we had gone she probably busied herself laying eggs in the classroom fish tank.
No wonder there were never any flies in that classroom.