The first housefly incident was again back during scouts. We were at a place over in New Mexico called Philmont where we were backpacking. What’s great about Philmont is each camp is setup for activities for scouts to do when they get to camp. For instance, we would wake up in the mornings, eat breakfast, breakdown camp, and hike for the day, then get to the next camp around 3pm and there was stuff to do like rock climbing, pole climbing, brick making, blacksmithing, rifle shooting, etc. This particular camp was set up like a pioneer homestead with goats, chickens, garden, etc. The people running this camp were venture scouts, and some of them were girls. We had the tasks of milking the goats, making bricks, and cleaning out the goat pens (we were #1 in the #2 business). Well, one of the girls that was overseeing us was drinking some sweet tea out of a mason jar. She had set it down for something and when she came back a fly had landed in it (there were a lot of flies around because of the livestock). She was going to throw the whole drink out, but I grabbed it and removed the fly for her. We were standing there and I was holding the fly in my hand as she said, “If you eat the fly I’ll give you some milk.” Without hesitation I threw the fly in my mouth and swallowed. She was shocked. Well, she had to hold up her end of the deal and she took me inside the little cabin that was there and gave me a glass of milk. Them venture scout girls are one of a kind.