Last week my daughter and son-in-law purchased some diatomaceous earth for the annual ant dance around our house. We’ve never used it before but have heard some awesome things about how effective it is on all crawling insects. We discovered that it is such a fine powder that we needed a way to apply it. So I did a search on Amazon and found an insecticide powder duster and ordered it. Well, it wasn’t exactly what I expected but it will do.
My husband and son-in-law were both out in the garage with me and we were looking at it and discussing it. Then my son-in-law wondered if there was a way to modify it to use the air hose. What in the world? That tiny thing one whoosh of the air compressor hose and the thing would be empty and a fine powder would be floating in the air everywhere except where you wanted it. It went from there to using my husbands drywall sprayer. I told them they were just wanting to make a big mess. The son-in-law said he was just going with the flow. You know, men and power tools.
Next thing I know, they are talking about using a screwdriver, but a drill with a screwdriver bit would be better. Oh, the drill got bigger and the power was enough that it could toss the man around like a rag doll. Well, that wasn’t how the story was told, but, whatever he was drilling a hole into he was sitting on the ground and the monster drill got stuck on something and flipped him over. He didn’t realize he was hanging on that tight. Heck of a grip that boy! Be careful when you shake hands with him.
Now I know that I have my own set of equipment, not the same kind of power tools. I don’t spend that much time talking about them unless I’m actively using them. Mine are sewing machines, a different kind of power tool. Men on the other hand talk about their adventures with power tools even if they aren’t using them. The war stories of injuries by power tools are honored. It’s a verbal equivalent to showing off your scars. Men and their power tools!
Have a blessed day!