I was standing outside my apartment last night, about 11:00 pm, and a pickup truck drove through the parking lot with what sounded like a generator running in its bed.
It wasn’t a generator, it was some sort of gasoline-powered spraying machine.
The mist was very fine, smokelike, and smelled strongly of oranges.
Any idea what I inhaled last night? I’m worried I’m going to start seeing giant, fanged Funky Winkerbeans crawling on my walls.
Yeah, growing up in North Florida, we used to see those trucks a couple of times a week. The drivers would throw candy to us kids so we’d chase the trucks which I can’t imagine could’ve been good for us but oh, well. Still, fond memories of hot summer evening scrambling for the treats from the bug truck.
Weird. I didn’t know we did that kind of thing around here. I remember a few years ago some people in Boulder had a fit about spraying ponds, but I always thought trucks spraying down neighborhoods was something them Easterners did.
Good for Denver! Kill 'em, kill 'em all! (Bugs, that is. Not Denverites so much)
At least they’re doing it at night. When I was kid – back in the mid-70s - I got a near lethal dose of pesticide from a spray truck in the middle of the afternoon. Sure looked like they were spraying water to me.