Machinery and the mosquito man

Here's another shot of the vineyard sprayer that's been working out back over the last few days. At least, I think it's the same one I've seen plying the vine rows recently. It was parked out there (under the walnut tree) for a couple of nights, but now it's gone. Yesterday, Tasha and I had to navigate around the moving sprayer so as not to A) get run over, and 2) have to walk through a cloud of chemicals.

Vineyard sprayer.

That reminded me of a Wanda Sykes bit we recently saw on Netflix: The "mosquito man." Ms. Sykes hilariously recalled how, when she was a kid, she and the other kids in her neighborhood would follow the sprayer truck that was part of their local mosquito eradication program, running through the clouds of what likely included malathion and who knows what other chemical insecticides. "It's the mosquito man!" they would gleefully yell when the truck appeared. I, too, remember the "mosquito man" from when I was a kid, although I don't think we called him that. And we, too, would follow behind, running through the clouds of insecticide. Good times! Cough, cough.