warning, this is a rant

Uggh. Grubs! How on earth did I bring home grubs?! Oh yes. I picked fruit with other people and didn't keep track of what I picked and they picked. You see, I very carefully inspect before I deposit into my container. Because I don't do grubs. I know that it just a part of gathering wild fruit for most people, and I know that other people just avoid wild fruit so they don't have to deal with it, but I've found that if I look carefully, and I don't pick fruit with rotten spots, or giant holes in it, if I'm, you know, careful enough that I don't mix leaves in with my fruit, I don't really have to deal with too many grubs. Like none, really. I feel a little bit betrayed, honestly. I shared a secret with someone I thought would appreciate it, I shared the fruit that I had so carefully gathered, and in return, I got rotten bug ridden compost. I couldn't face that first thing in the morning, and I just chucked it. I know, it's a colosal waste, but let me repeat: I DO NOT DO GRUBS OR GRUB-LIKE THINGS. PERIOD. If I ever deal with things like that for you, know that I must love you more than my life, because I feel like my life is threatened by those denizens of the decomposing world. Let me elaborate just a little more. I feel a little faint, I want to puke, my skin feels itchy and crawly and I don't want to eat (that is truly abnormal for me, especially first thing in the morning). Next time I'm keeping a tight hold on my own bucket.