Originally Posted by
jolihokistix
In the early 1960s, flew back from Kenya to Heathrow, via Khartoum I seem to recall. I was with my nature-freak loving younger brother.
On the way into London, he started complaining about something he'd left on the plane. It was a small boiled-sweets tin, he said, and he'd left it in the overhead compartment. He wanted to go back to the airport and get it. Must have been something really precious, I thought.
"What was in it?" I asked.
"My live tick collection", he replied.
Similar to this (the Blandford fly) -
There are many legends which allege to account for its arrival, the most colourful being that a student from Bryanston School came back from a holiday in South America with one of the flies in a jam jar and left it in the science laboratory, where a cleaning lady knocked the jar onto the floor, breaking it and releasing the fly.