I suppose if I was a cold blooded critter the prospect of dozing for a few hours in the middle of a pile of bacterially-heated, festering greenery would be the equivalent to my experiences in Sheffield; I spent time under a thick duvet, in a centrally heated bedroom, while outside, the ice and snow lay deep, crisp and even. Comfort zones come in all shapes and sizes ...
Thinking about comfort ... spare a copper or two for the folk flooded out of their nests in the recent Ozer floods: http://www.qld.gov.au/floods/donate.html
Wait a few days and no doubt there will be an appeal for the Vic floods which are just beginning.