The second was a man in cargo shorts with a DSLR around his neck. He got a full dose across the chest and arms. Robert watched him curse, flailing with his hat, trying to bat the mist away. He stomped back to the road, muttering something about “weird chemical traps.”
By the end of the week, Robert counted a dozen visitors who’d turned tail the moment the ammonia-laced spray hit them. Some shouted. One woman wept. But most just ran—fast, furious, and humiliated.