Surprisingly, given the rapacious growth in the area over the past fifty years, we South Floridians have not managed to completely eliminate Nature. In fact, the damned things keeps rearing its ugly head, managing to annoy, irritate and occasionally kill us - or at least our toy poodles (otherwise known as Alligator Crunchies[sup]TM[/sup]).
One constant irritation is insects invading one’s domicile. To avoid this, we have Orkin come in every month or so to spray and keep the bugs out. Yesterday morning, they showed up again. The exterminator (nice guy, btw) proceeds to spray the kitchen, the bathrooms, the doorways, etc…
with a can of freaking bug spray!!
Damnit, Orkin, I can do that! I could go out to the local hardware store, load myself up, and kick some bug ass. I pay you because you are supposed to have the Good Stuff; super-secret and highly powerful pesticides that give ants nightmares.
I acknowledge that the Good Stuff may not exist, but that’s where showmanship comes in. Take the bug spray, dump it into one of those big metal canisters with the hand pump, and let me pretend that I’m getting my money’s worth.
Please?
Sua