Dude, like Dave Barry with his exploding whale story, I absolutely am not making this up: my first professor gig was in St. Paul, MN for three years before moving here. I think it was on my second winter there sometime in January that I stepped outside of my apartment on Grand Ave. in St. Paul to take out the recycling (midnight or thereabouts); as soon as I stepped outside, my eyes hurt because the cold air was aggressively trying to freeze the fluid in them. I immediately "noped" right out of the midnight recycling jaunt, went back inside, and did the recycling the next day after teaching. The local weather reporter said overnight it had been 60 degrees below freezing, Fahrenheit.
Freaked me out.