On an otherwise perfect spray day in early June, the wind kicked up in midmorning and I was forced to head back to the barn. While I was stopped at a traffic signal, the rig from a competitor's firm pulled alongside. As is my custom, I asked the driver what he was spraying for.Before I could rephrase my question so that it didn't end with a preposition, the driver shot back, "Gypsy moths."
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