It was a hot day, a day I wanted to spend outside. The only problem? Flying ants. I hate insects in general, but there's something about flying ants that I particularly hate. I think it's probably the flying, as ants in general don't disgust me as much.
"Hey Dad", said the boy, "Doesn't that insecticide say not to spray it into the wind as it'll just blow right back on you?"
"Tell me", I said, "How do you expect me to know which way the wind is blowing if I don't spray some and then see if it blows back on me?"
Geez kid, wise up.