And where are the interminable roadside stretches of scrub forest? And the curtains of Spanish moss, a plant not exclusive to the Spooky Voodoo-Haunted Louisiana Bayou (which is an unfortunate trope package all its own, of course.)

And I would pass out from sheer delight to see big honking school-bus-yellow grasshoppers--with pink wings, yet!--as a bit of Florida local color.

(I'm not a Floridian, but I have a lot of family there.)