Whatever that means
Yes, we’re back on bug patrol, combing and cracking the little buggers and this time deploying the full suffocation chemical warfare. A job that’s carried out well away from sparks and naked flames while you soak the napper in what seems like odourless petrol. The same light oily consistency without the stench.
It helps to get the bad jokes in. A verse of Wichita Liceman here and a chorus of Lice, Lice, Baby there. Combing his hair into a Bobby Charlton or a little Hitler was good fun. All in the cause of pest control.