Worst at maintaining a warm annual temperature.

Worst at avoiding of cactus-related incidents.

Worst at appreciating non-fried foods.

Worst at avoiding traffic jams, even on empty roads.

Worst at keeping snow off the roads in winter.

Worst at avoiding roundabouts.

Worst at not being overlooked because of its size.

Worst at keeping alligators out of swimming pools.

Worst at staying cool in the summer.

Worst at misplacing surfboards in the middle of the ocean.

Worst at avoiding potato-related mishaps.

Worst at mixing up “Chicago-style” deep-dish pizza with lasagna.

Worst at dodging potholes.

Worst at losing track of cows in a cornfield maze.

Worst at confusing tornado drills with actual tornadoes.

Worst at controlling its population of racing horses.

Worst at accidentally spicing everything, including desserts.

Worst at having warm winters.

Worst at resisting the urge to put Old Bay seasoning on everything.

Worst at shortening their state name.

Worst at resisting the urge to wear socks with sandals.

Worst at summer (only three months of non-winter weather).

Worst at spelling “Mississippi” correctly.

Worst at finding perfect balance between saying “Missour-ee” or “Missour-uh,” resulting in a linguistic conundrum.

Worst at maintaining a high population density.

Worst at having more than just miles of cornfields.

Worst keeping Elvis impersonations at a reasonable level.

Worst at having non-rocky state soil.

Worst at drivers who accidentally honk their car horns while adjusting their hair in the rear-view mirror.

Worst at the number of salsa dance mishaps, resulting in frequent collisions and tangled feet on the dance floor.

Worst at the number of missed subway stops due to being engrossed in a captivating pigeon-watching session.

Worst at deciding whether it prefers sweet or savory barbecue.

Worst at misplacing car keys in vast expanses of flat land.

Worst at remembering it’s a Midwest state.

Worst at avoiding tornadoes.

Worst at losing umbrellas and then finding them again when it stops raining.

Worst at avoiding deer on the road.

Worst at being a large state.

Worst at losing sunglasses while trying to look cool.

Worst at losing tourists in its numerous national parks.

Worst at promoting a non-musical lifestyle.

Worst at having a small state ego.

Frequently loses count of the number of wives it has.

Worst at having an un-maple-syrup-filled diet.

Worst at the number of accidental tea spills while attempting to reenact historical events during tea parties.

Worst at having fewer than 150 days of rain per year.

Worst at avoiding Bigfoot sightings.

Worst at offering a cheese-free diet.

Worst at not being windy.