Had to hide this product from my kids so they wouldn’t shoot each other in the face. A Few hours later, an ill fated target crossed my path while I was heading to the kitchen. I threw my hair in a pony tail, put my black suit over a white tee shirt, and grabbed the guitar case where I hid the Bug-A-Salt. I waited patiently in the dark corner of my living room for hours. Finally, movement. I stalked slowly behind the target until it landed. As I brought the sights to eye level, it was as if time was slowing down. I could see every stroke of the fly’s wings as I smoothly and evenly pulled the trigger. Mission accomplished, target down.
Neighbors entered my home as I was sterilizing the scene. Bug-A-Salt being a human safe product, I had no option but to tell them of my feat. They asked if I could help with a problem they were having in their home. I grabbed my guitar case and headed over. Within a few short minutes, my mission was accomplished.
News of my success spread like wild fire. I began getting emails for my wet work. They called my phone. They showed up at my house. I wanted out, but I had come too far.
I quit my job as an Aerospace Engineer to make time for my new venture. I worked nights. I worked weekends. I didn’t know how to handle my new found fame. The thirst for the kill, the money, and of course, the women.
Then the threats started. First to show up was the Orkin Man. He told me I was infringing on his turf. Viking followed shortly thereafter. Terminix after that. Individually I did not fear them. But when the three of them showed up at my Mother’s house and threatened to fumigate her house while she slept, I had to throw in the towel.
My life had spiraled out of control. All the glamour, money, and women took a toll.I took my profits and retired to a beach at an undisclosed location in South America. I still use my Bug-A-Salt on the occasional mosquito, but the thrill is gone.
So in short, this product is awesome, and I highly recommend it. Just be cautious if anyone asks for help…