That was obviously only a very short term plan for relief for those of us who need oxygen to live. I’m always afraid their stingers will get through the cup and jab me, but I still catch and release them. I’m pretty sure they can pick locks and squeeze through glass. “It’s the flies, Marty… just the flies. I’ll be the little old lady in “The Home” who’s walking around with a rolled up magazine swatting at imaginary flies.