Was squirrel hunting a mid October afternoon in South Louisiana. Forgot the "off" and the mosquitoes were tearing me a new one. Decided to make my way back to the truck and was halfway there when I spotted an OLD can of OFF on the ground. Even for the early 90s it had the design of the earliest ones I knew (orange cap/white can). Anyway, I reached for it in desperation thinking maybe it still had some repellent under pressure that could possibly relieve my misery a little. As my hand got within six inches, my brain registered the little foot-long copperhead coiled up right next to it. Never saw the little bastard. Until I did. Got my heart pumping and I stepped back and killed him with my P89. Just for scaring the shit out of me. Yes, the can still worked, and yes, I sprayed the shit out of myself with it's contents. Thus anointed, I continued the hunt, and ended up bagging three fat fox squirrels that I eventually dined upon. All these years later, it still amazes me how inconspicuous that little snake was.