I was on a Girl Scout camping trip one time and we were learning all kinds of survival skills like what plants and bugs you can eat if you’re lost with no food, how to build shelter, etc. When we got to the “how to make fire” part, I broke the rules. I pulled the Olsen Twins out of my backpack and rubbed them together to make fire. And my fire was the shortest, most emaciated, funky looking fire at the camp. But it was also the wealthiest, so even though I didn’t earn my badge, it was worth it, baby.