Have you ever thought much about it? How many bugs you eat in a given
  week. I know. I know. You don't like to think about it. Like the times
 you open up that bag of getting a little old, flour and find it 
crawlin' (now listen to the girls scream) or how many bugs  are in that 
bag of corn chips you like so much. But the fact is, you eat  'em, 
especially if you don't take the time to examine what you eat like when 
you're in front of the tube, hypnotized.
I live in an 
agricultural area. This knowledge is a fact of life  around here. Stuff 
that looks like it ain't fit to sell on the shelf or in a basket usually
 ends up processed into something like ketchup for example. The home for
 second rate tomatoes.
This points out a problem with 
food  labels. They never tell what the grasshopper content of your chips
 are  and even more importantly how fattening they are. The last time I 
found  an opportunity to tell a guy that he stopped chewin' and dazed 
off. It  was fun. And do I eat em'. Not if I can help it!
Here's
 a food horror story for you to digest. It was in a true biography about
 a couple who sailed their boat to Mexico sometime in the 1970's. They 
went to the meat market and found them spraying Raid on the meat to keep
 the flies off of it. The couple decided to catch their own fish from 
then on.
 

 
