I just read the article Geoff linked to in his post above, and that settles the matter once and for all. Cheese with jumping maggots? Intestinal problems from one (or more) of those little bastards playing "Destination: Colon" and hitching a ride into my innards?
NFW
I think I'll leave food like that to the guys on the reality shows.
Signor V.
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