Growing up in Houston we children breathed in DDT by running and bicycling behind the “smoke” trucks, staying in the smoke for blocks until our little legs gave out and our lungs couldn’t catch up to demand.
I think this was weekly, and was one of our fondest activities, we loved those “smoke” trucks that would slowly drive down the streets blanketing the neighborhood in an impenetrable smoke screen.
I remember the mosquito trucks in Hialeah, FL every evening in the summer. Don’t think we followed them but we liked seeing them.
Skeptical. Here the trucks stopped dispensing immediately if anyone was following them. And no parent with any degree of responsibility would have permitted that, whether the ingredient was DDT or anything else.
We stayed cool by running behind DDT spray trucks in 1956 Farmington NM. We lived near the Animas River south of town. Lots of mosquitoes there.
I've been wondering about some of your posts.
just kidding