My little slice of the American dream is a 70-year old house. Built sturdily, back when men were men and quaint tools like a "hammer" and a "handsaw" were used, it has weathered the years well.
A little while back, we discovered evidence of termites, so we hired one of those guys who drills deep holes every 3 feet around your foundation and pours in, what I thought at the time, a really, really deadly poison to kill them and all future generations.
Not so, I discovered. Good poisons aren't what they used to be. That is to say, they're hardly poison at all. The environmental police have seen to that. The best that the current treatments can do is "seriously dissuade" the termites from returning, rather than killing 'em good.
And they call that poison.
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