When I was in my late teens/early twenties, I would eat the occasional moth, grasshopper, ant, etc. to entertain my young children and their neighborhood friends.   I also swallowed other things, goldfish and guppies to name a couple, to amuse them (and myself I suppose).   This was great fun on camping trips.   Haven ridden motorcycles all my life, I’ve ingested countless flying things I’d rather not think about.   During the eighties there was a group...