Was There Ever Really Enough Bug Spray?

There’s never just one cockroach...  But there used to be enough bug spray.

Every day almost now I ask myself: Why not just use the modicum of bug spray I still have left on myself?   In the end, it’s the thought of my self-extermination enabling one molecule of improvement for the 7 Billion that keeps me coming back, tomorrow, for more.  It’s really The First Rule of Capitalism: the only good moron is a poor one (and thus I have my reason to live).