still managed to bathe myself with spray. 
time for a good shower.
not quite sure what was in dormant oil spray and follow up orchard sprays but
was soaked dozens of times as teenager with spray trying to get the apple trees sprayed. Also did the peaches, plums and cherry trees.
My grandfather had a container of DDT in his basement. We just didn't know we were poisoning ourselves.
and i don't wonder why I have neurological issues now.
old JD B pulling a 100 gallon sprayer with an ancient tecumseh? motor on top, powering the pump and a paddle wheel
that spun in the tank. I remember it had a rope start and you had to wind it each time.
when my father got more heavily into organic gardening, the chemicals started to disappear. But no orchard spray,
no apples. When we stopped spraying, we would take the buggy apples to local press and get the best cider made from it.
mulch became the answer
rabbits loved that mulch. Every year babies would be popping out, just what you wanted, rabbits in your garden.
Dog would keep them away after that.
growing up in the country was wonderful.
to this day Philadelphia is the big city and I just don't go there that often.
Though the Flower Show is worth it. Lot of interesting historical stuff to see, while you trip over the homeless in places.
I'd rather look at woods.
or like David, water.