Say what you want, but Beelzebub is the Lord of the Flies, and I kill as many of his $#!t-eating minions as I can when they're in my house or on the picnic table, etc. Otherwise, their offspring are very important in the breaking down of waste that we would soon be neck-deep in without vermin like them. I just wish they would gobble up all the cat poop in my yard a lot faster. Flies have their place, but around my food isn't it. Just like the spiders in my house are welcome to stay in my horror-show of a basement and duke it out with the house centipedes. I'm REALLY rooting for the spiders, but they better stay in the basement if they know what's good for them. My salt weapon is astraddle the top of the wastebasket next to my left knee, ready to pop any house centipede that scurries across the wall behind my monitor. And if a spider tries rappelling in my face, well, he done messed up.
The muzzle extension is in the basement with a fresh coat of paint on it. The old paint wasn't quite dry enough to sand, but I sanded it down anyway and wiped it down with rubbing alcohol.