Like the Innuits and their meat stashes up in the frozen north, when
they come to one that has become a mass of writhing maggots they eat
them with relish and look at our distaste by explaining that all they
ever ate was caribou so they are caribou too.
Of course it might be a days trek to the next cache in a very hostile
envoirnment but I will attempt to keep grain moths and larder beatles
away from my tea.

Tom