Patience tries to control the flies in the barn with a timed-release fly spray. There are little boxes you put a can of fly spray in and every 15 minutes, somehow, the thing knows to spray the can and it puts out fly spray. You only have to replace the cans every 4 weeks. For the last three weeks, I thought this was great. It’s hands-off fly control. At least, that’s what I thought. The last couple of days, however, I’ve been learning the cons that come with such luxury. The smell gets all over and it’s all you can smell for quite some time. Only today did it really start to bother me.
Fairly late in the afternoon, I went to the tack room to get a drink from my water bottle, but when I put it to my lips, all I could smell was fly spray. At that point, I thought the fly spray had somehow wormed its way into my water bottle, so I decided I wasn’t going to drink anymore. It was near the end of the day and I figured it wouldn’t be too bad. After the morning was over (I had to work again this afternoon), I went to Tony’s house for lunch. Just when I was ready to leave, I borrowed Tony’s water bottle and since I was thirsty, I decided I wanted a drink. When I put that bottle to my lips, I smelled the fly spray again. By that point, I realized it wasn’t that fly spray had gotten into my water bottle, but that it was probably my face that smelled like it.
Even now I can smell it and I’ve taken a shower and washed my face twice. It’s really gross, but I don’t know what to do about it.