The second house fly incident was this past year. I was doing some job shadowing with a P&C engineer out at a substation. There were a couple of caps that had failed on a bank and we were there to read the relays after the sub techs replaced the bad caps. We all (two sub techs, me, and the other engineer) ended up going out to lunch and were eating at a local sandwich joint. The engineer I was shadowing was, as the sub techs put it, “the first engineer to be accepted to the super-secret sub tech club.” As we were eating lunch there was a fly that kept flying around and bothering us. One of the sub techs quickly reached out and grabbed the fly! Well, we thought he grabbed the fly. We were all just sitting there staring at his fist, which was clinched tightly to prevent the fly from flying out if it was in there. The other sub tech that wasn’t holding the fly looked at the other engineer and said, “Rock, paper, scissors, loser has to eat the fly.” The engineer laughed and said, “No way!” I immediately knew if I took the challenge, I could gain some respect from the field folks. Before I was even questioned, I threw up my hands, ready to play. The sub techs were looked surprised and told the other engineer he should be more like me. We played best 2/3, and I lost. When I lost, we all looked to the sub tech holding the fly. He said, “OK, this is the moment of truth. If he’s in there you have to eat him.” He opened his hand and the fly dropped out onto the floor! I quickly jumped out of my seat and snatched up the fly and threw him in my mouth. The sub techs went crazy because they didn’t think I was actually going to eat it. The other engineer was then removed from the super-secret sub tech club and I was instated as the resident engineer. From then on out they called me Bullfrog.