Heh. I live in humid semi-tropical Auckland, in a decaying old wooden house in the bush. Almost none of the windows open any more but I often leave doors open for airing, and anyway there are draft cracks all over the place and the cat door is a hole cut in the front door, so it’s pretty aired out!
My main cultural dislocation with city or harsh climate dwellers is cats who live all their lives inside and can’t come and go freely. Possum wouldn’t like missing his bush adventures at all.