By Chuck Woodbury
Little did I know when I moved for two weeks into my current RV park that there would soon be an invasion of nasty, pesky house flies. All was fine for awhile, then the landscapers arrived with a truckload of steer manure, which they deposited in flower beds throughout the park including a few yards from my motorhome. The result: flies, flies, flies — an invasion!
But I have not just stood meekly by — I have taken action! I am armed and dangerous with the latest technology, as you will see if you watch this video, recorded after five cups of coffee so I had the courage to risk making a fool of myself.
I agree, Chuck. There’s stuff in fly DNA that tells them when there are fly swatters around (or your equivalent of an electric chair).
However, we have two Bug-a -Salt guns (I’m sure you’ve at least seen ads for these things), and I can attest that fly DNA knows NOTHING about these. I can bring the end of the barrel within two inches (or less) and blow them away. Granted, I can’t get them on the fly (no pun intended), but when they land, they’re MINE! We’ve always got plenty of ammo around, because it’s table salt.
Oh, and this gun is great on slugs too – ha.