In other words, a wild black raspberry pie might have a worm or two in it. I could joke about the extra protein, but these worms are quite small. Often the worms come out in the container and can be sorted out.
Thankfully, I have never found worms in blackberries, and they are my favorite. Picking blackberries, on the family farm, was as much a chore as gathering eggs.
Grandma Bertha and Aunt Leona would put sulfur dust around our belts and ankles to ward off ticks and chiggers. Each kid was handed a bucket, the adults two.
A snake called a blue racer was sure to be found in the briar patches. Our terrier dog once killed a snake right in front of me.
When the last bucket was filled, the clan would go skinny dipping in Clifty Creek; the boys in one deep pool and the girls in the other. With all those precautions, I still got chiggers in some inconvenient places.
Fingernail polish over the chigger would deny it oxygen so it would itch three days instead of four. Today, insect repellent with deet does a much better job.
Those black raspberries will be ripe for a few more days. Take a kid and go pick some. No need to tell them about the worms.