I bought a 1959 3800 flatbed truck that had apparently been the doghouse for the seller's big redbone coon hound for some time. Halfway through the 50 mile trip home, my legs started to itch- - - -BAD! I discovered that they were covered from the knees down with hundreds of fleas! I stopped at the next Dollar General store I saw, and bought a change of clothes and two cans of RAID!. I hosed the cab down thoroughly, and did a strip tease down to my skivvies in the parking lot. Then I doused myself with the rest of the RAID!, threw my flea-infested jeans and socks into the dumpster, and continued the drive home much more comfortably!
Jerry