I was at a Boy Scout Jamboree in Farragut, ID. Circa 1988...
So I had the opportunity to pass the sacrament during church services. I fell asleep, and was awoken by bites all over my legs. I fell asleep on an Aunt hill. Freaking out I stood up and ran back towards our campsite.
Little did I know I messed up the amount of deacons that were too pass the sacrament. Sucked too, an apostle was visiting.