Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

I have been using "Hot Shot No-Mess! Fogger" for several years now. Basically if I ever see a living bug in my garage; well, it is time. Few things are better than that satisfaction of finding dead bugs in the corner, and finding yourself in the conundrum "Do I sweep up its corpse? Or shal I leave it for all to see, so others will know what their future holds should they opt to make my garage their home?" If you're like me, and enjoy that satisfaction; but, you couldn't be bothered cleaning up residue, or that awful stench of pesticide others may leave behind, this is definitely the product to get the job done. It's no holds bar with this product, see a bug in your bedroom? Pop one off on your way to work, and close the door. I assure you, its corpse will await you upon your inspection, and with a simple sheet covering your comforter or just changing your sheets all together, there is nothing for you to worry about. Sitting in your office and see a killer silverback run under your desk? Take a 3 hour break; but, first pop one of right on top of your desk while making eye contact with the silverback, as you slowly back out of the room and shut the door. Come back to an empty can of Hot Shot, and a room full of corpses ready to be swept away by the hand of God, otherwise known as your vacuum. My favorite place, and the place I use this once every few months, or whenever I see something living which ever comes first, the garage. Nothing more unpleasant than looking for something in your garage only to get bit by a black widow hiding under your set of irons you stopped using years ago because you were embarrassed you spent so much money and still couldn't get to the greens under par. NO MORE! Use one of these as it starts to get cold, as it starts to get warm, or whenever something living other than a pet or child comes strolling across your eye sight. Side bar; as if this entire review wasn't one. I bought an old car a few years back as a beater to well, beat. Every time I got in the car I felt like I was getting crawled on by God knows what. I assume it was little fleas, chiggers, or any other of the copious amounts of meaningless nuisances mother nature sees fit to roam the earth and make it an extremely unpleasant experience for every thing else. It was an old 92 corolla not much more than 10 square feet available. I set one of these off and locked the door, asserting a painful death to all of mother natures greatest creations inside of my beautiful, rust bucket. Never again did I feel anything crawling on me for the years to come before someone rear ended me and the frame shattered to dust, as if an old pile of leaves fell out from under it.