The machinery to destroy vaping moves slowly, but that moment has arrived. It reminds me of a passage from Neuromancer by William Gibson.
"One time, I was a little kid, we were squatting. It was down by the Hudson, and those rats, man, they were big. It's the chemicals get into them. Big as I was, and all night one had been scrabbling under the floor of the squat. Round dawn somebody brought this old man in, seams down his cheeks and his eyes all red. Had a roll of greasy leather like you'd keep steel tools in, to keep the rust off. Spread it out, had this old revolver and three shells. Old man, he puts one bullet in there, then he starts walking up and down the squat, we're hanging back by the walls.
`Back and forth. Got his arms crossed, head down, like he's forgotten the gun. Listening for the rat. We got real quiet. Old man takes a step. Rat moves. Rat moves, he takes another step. An hour of that, then he seems to remember his gun. Points it at the floor, grins, and pulls the trigger. Rolled it back up and left.
`I crawled under there later. Rat had a hole between its eyes.' She was watching the sealed doorways that opened at intervals along the corridor. `The second one, the one who came for Johnny, he was like that old man. Not old, but he was like that. He killed that way..."