I remember sleepless summer nights in southeast Michigan. Our parents did get a window unit for their bedroom, but we sometimes slept outside on the balcony off our bedroom. I would wet a washcloth and put it over my forehead. It wasn’t usually a problem at our cabin up north, though.
But I’d be happy if it was outlawed in DC. A/C was the beginning of the downfall of the Republic, when that fetid swamp became a tolerable place to live for power mongers.
I had not realized that they were a problem in southern California. I’ve never seen a feral one in Manhattan or Redondo Beach, but apparently it’s an issue up on the Palos Verdes peninsula. We’ve seen parrots, but not peafowel.