Making money as a child in the good old days

My mother would pay us a penny for every ten flies we killed on our carport, which actually was great fun. Being the shrewd businessmen that we were, we would sprinkle sugar on the floor to enlarge our "market." Daddy would pay us a penny for every 100 bitterweeds we pulled out of the pasture. I can assure you that the taste when we accidentally licked our fingers was awful!