Bingo! I knew those also except everyone where I lived drank raw milk. We had a neighbor on the High Plains who sold us raw milk.
Dad loved it always bragged about it. After drinking a glass and bragging about how good it tasted mom showed him a mouse “calling card” In the bottom of the jar. He lost it as he had a very weak stomach.
Back m in the day one of my teachers had a dairy farm.
Took the class on a field trip there. We milked cows, made butter and drank fresh milk.