This has little to do with Baby Boomers but I ran across it while searching for a new niche topic.  I thought it was both disgusting, fun and informative.  Read at your own risk.

Thursday, Nov. 2, 1911 — Went into winter quarters. Barely lived through the long, hard winter.

April 20, 1912 — Came out of winter quarters and laid my first batch of eggs — 120 in number — in a manure heap.

April 21, 1912— My first 120 eggs have hatched.

April 22, 1912 — Larvae have under-gone first molt.

April 26, 1912 — Larvae transformed into pupae.

May 1, 1912 — One hundred and twenty full-grown flies, sixty of which are females.

May 3, 1912 — Laid my second batch — 120 eggs.

May 13, 1912— One hundred and twenty flies came from my second batch of eggs. Laid my third batch in a kind neighbor’s garbage can.

May 20, 1912 — The city has offered a prize to the school child who will kill
the largest number of flies. The boy at the house where I live is killing flies
right and left. And to think — we have all been eating at the same table with him.

May 21, 1912 — Laid my fourth batch of eggs. Left alone and unhindered,
by Sept. 10, 1912, my descendants will number 5,598,720,000,000.