About twenty years ago, when I was still in the Army Reserve up in Minnesota, I routinely packed a box of Swisher Sweets cigars (affectionately referred to as El Ropos) when going to the field so that I didn't get assailed by the hordes of mosquitoes and ticks that infest the Upper Midwest. But that was twenty years ago, so I guess I'll start with Step 3. Just to be safe.