Open Season for Chemical Warfare

 I planted 5 rows of potatoes.  I'm happy to report that they're all coming up. 

But as the potatoes pop up, so do these undesirable, disgusting, icky things.  I loathe potato bugs.  They are so...so...so REVOLTING!

 

So I pulled out my trusty weapon of mass destruction.  With glee I mixed a new batch of poison and loaded it into my empty Windex bottle.  Yes...765 mL of certain DEATH for potato bugs. 

 

I trotted off to my garden and carefully peered at that first plant.  Ewwww, yucky orange bugs!  I set my nozzle to STREAM and squirted the life out of that pest.  I may have hollered, "DIE!  Yes, DIE!!!"  And so ever so meticulously I paraded up and down my potato rows, rescuing my potatoes by the squirt of my finger.  DIE DIE DIE!!!  Task complete, I hung my weapon by my side and proceeded to pick weeds.  But I was ready.  For every orange bug I met that was still on it's feet after my onslaught got their very own point blank volley of poison.  Take THAT! shquirt shquirt  No one stays alive.

 

With one last look over my shoulder I growled, "I'll be back."