 Look, I'll give you a couple examples of how I survived my childhood. There's no way I should have, but I did. We did for years. We had this in my neighborhood once a month. This truck would drive up and down our street. It was called the bug truck. And it would shoot white poisonous fog out of the back of it. We used to run through it barefoot, y'all. And you'd think my mom would warn us. No, she told us, y'all, the bug truck's coming.