No bare skin, no open sleeves or trouser legs. I made several sorties up my ladder. Even approaching midnight a few workers were carrying out some quality control on the front porch. Gentle puffs of bendiocarb with the squeezy bottle sent all but one stoic individual indoors. A few massive doses into the entrance hole followed by a sponge bung and the mass assassination was complete.
Life's a bitch.
So that's my confession. Guilty as charged.