Post by Grubb
Last night I was sitting out on our AirBnB porch recovering from our meat lovers feast, when I heard a large truck grinding its way up the street. It had the bulky solidity of a garbage-hauling beast. Every thirty feet it came to a stop. I thought for garbage collection it’s not only a weird hour of night, but an extremely painstaking process. Then I heard a hiss and whiffed a slightly chemical odor. I looked over the railing of the balcony and saw a man with a hose coming from the truck spraying the street and the gutter side of the sidewalk. He appeared to be dousing rather than cleaning. The one thing I could think of was that it was some sort of mosquito prevention drill. We’ve only been back in Buenos Aires for a day, but so far mosquitoes haven’t been a problem. I don’t know how the rest of Buenos Aires is doing, but here in the center of Palermo the midnight crews are doing their job.
In New York City they collect the garbage at night. Otherwise the garbage trucks can’t get through the traffic. At least that is what they did when I was a child.
L.A. used to drop fruit fly targeted pesticide from helicopters.