Yeah, I can remember my grandmother coming into the bedroom where I was about to go to sleep and blasting DDT into the air out of a sprayer like the one shown above, but smaller.
Also, I was in Animal 8 in "67-"68 (the 4 close losses followed by 7 glorious victories school year).
Our CO was named Whitrock, and it was an appropriate name for him.
After we fish stole his footlocker with the intent of returning it at the 50yd line during the tu game, he went ballistic and kept us doing so much pt that grades began to suffer and we decided to return the locker by stringing it up high between the corners of Hart Hall (where we were staying) - but the real surprise for him was when he opened the locker and found a live racoon.